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something i wrote during financing
by Uriel Tovaryour anvil hands
dragged behind you
scratch the marble
tile in my house.
i take the white
powder and sneeze it
in dripping up my throat.
i crack my hands in
yours
trying to get swords from
plow shares--
i'm tired of the same
old tune the clinging
clang ringing in my
head just hoping
to get some metal chips
in my eyes. 11/07/2005 Posted on 11/07/2005
Copyright © 2024 Uriel Tovar
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Anne Engelen on 11/08/05 at 03:35 PM now I'm curious to find out what you write during biology :p |
| Posted by Sarah Graves on 11/11/05 at 12:14 AM ouch, you're guilty of self-violation. I guess financing can do that. Nevermind, I have no clue what I'm talking about. There ya have it. :) |
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