Monday, July 20, 2009
Machete
I wrote a poem
with a machete in my lap
.
The poem never had a chance -
I liked the way the blade
made me feel.
Black steel
and self doubt. With these
two things I will start,
a war.
with a machete in my lap
.
The poem never had a chance -
I liked the way the blade
made me feel.
Black steel
and self doubt. With these
two things I will start,
in a thousand different ways,
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