Wednesday, June 24, 2015

you have your fine shoes
I have a toothless abandon
nothing fits on my feet
and your smile is not random
who knows the punch line
of jokes steeped in misery
you kick up your heels
while the fuckers make history
you have the paid views
I have an eye level precision
something rises to greet
your grin causing the sandstorm
you raise your full glass
and the actors take risks to see
that you have your fine shoes and
I have the rest of me

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