The leading way I'm finding water
The choking chore of digging downward
The dust I will digest for dinner
The mites that will infest my eyes
The falling off of Adams-apple
The ants dance circles around the hole
The knee high rivers of cardinal acts
The waist high swamps of bloody piano keys
The neon green of the underworld light
The t-shirt-on-a-stick-torch allows me to see it
The path that I've taken is almost worth the effort
But you can't fuck Almost
cause Almost got a man named Definite

06/20/2008

Posted on 06/21/2008
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