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"Crash/Hot Mess"

by Max Phineas

So exciting
until I crash, eyes closed, into a wall
A breath, a blink, I'm spun around and out of sorts.
And all we do is crumple
and laugh.
I wouldn't call myself clumsy,
but when you come around
I hide the glassware.

09/19/2009

Posted on 09/19/2009
Copyright © 2024 Max Phineas

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Shannon McEwen on 09/20/09 at 04:05 AM

ha, I love this, it says to me "happy"

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