Friday, November 12, 2010

Day 483: til i collapse

i spent the morning
consoling my bones with concrete
turning my blood to iron
fake me strong silver
but mutated
but some mornings i just wish i were a diamond
cuz i'm putting every inch of these syringes in one bucket
one future filled with broken brittle bones
walkers and treatments
call me crazy
under the weight of arthritis
and the incoming tackle
theres no substitute for the pain
no way to escape the impossible
we are all broken already anyways
who to say crushing bones wouldn't make things any better

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