Saturday, September 4, 2010

Falling Short

Every wedding has a shotgun

every corner has a ghost

on the outside I appear alive

middle in is all compost



watching my feet for I fear the eyes

I give as much as is taken away

travelling on an empty tank

every sunset erases a day



because there are magnets all around me

and I am metal from a scrap heap

what's coming off and out's astounding

every hole empties, no matter how deep



and every corner has a ghost

every woman walks away

and every garden seeds it's weeds

every resource falls short of need



I don't have anything left to bleed

nothing left to share today

my chain is missing it's most important key

still too many bills to pay.

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