Sunday, February 21, 2016

7830. SOME DAYS

SOME DAYS
Some days I just break in mad and
angry and ready to go. Let's go then.
I detest the world around me : points 
of light despondent, things all soiled
and shot. Basketball giants on sugar
and talking midgets on mud. At every
turn and every corner, some light
blinks badly on. No rest. No rest.
The losers have the controls.

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