Friday, 13 April 2012

friday night lights

cast down eyes
i look through my lashes
my head feels heavy
but i know that is not the case
the bulk weight intangible
dust constructed chains
whats the matter?

shoulders back
i look through my glasses
the ground feels bouncy
a floor routine
i, for once, am above it all
a fleeting feeling
again, whats the matter?

-SMB

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