The sweat rolls down my face.
I can feel it quickly race
down the middle of my back.
It feels like the attack
of the rolling sweat monsters.
I ponder this existence
while my subsistence
is covered with sweat.
I'm not dead yet.

07/28/2011

Author's Note: ... funnin' with the punnin'.....

Posted on 07/29/2011
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