Wandering Wondering Pleasure Hardship I cant curb the urge to plow my car into a ditch Leaking ink vomits into cracked fingertips Pink thistle pillows poke my face in the night I awaken to blood stains and scratches Black tights and numbered backs There is no winner Economize 04/26/2003
04/26/2003
Mmhmm, an interesting and nicely done bit of writing.
wow! congrats on poem of the day. This is visceral. I don't have tattoos but this makes me think of them.
