tumbleweed, we're under distress,
the weather, his finger, that memory
(you know the one.)
it's cold, it's hot. i'm freezing
i'm burning up alive. but we're rolling
tumbleweed. we're rolling right along.
the leaves are falling, the sky, the rain
my soul, my hands. everything. to the
ground. choke. spit. vomit. wash that face
and start again. we're dying tumbleweed,
rolling right along. there's an exit, a stop
a wrong turn and wilting flowers.
hazardous in rainy weather, rolling right along.
tumbleweed, we're starving, thirsty, needy
of something Quick. we're falling, the sky.
under distress, his memory, dying, choking,
rolling tumbleweed, we're rolling
right along.

05/16/2003

Posted on 05/17/2003
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