Tuesday, September 01, 2009

Howl At The Blood Moon.

I set my top-hat down
on your
bed.

I walk into the room
with a grin made
of bullets.

Heretofore, I was your
enemy;
henceforth,
I am your friend.

Now the lead
is buried.

I let robins
in your
bedroom.

I break your mirror.




Love,
Digress.

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