t|-|e stra/\/ge th!ngs !n /\/\y he@d ...
the strange things in my head seem to fall out at the oddest of times. regardless of reason, regardless of rhyme. some at the market and some at the mall. you can almost hear me scream when they fall. spilling out on the floor with thud or a bounce scattering trash all around the town and the house. hmmm...when i look up in can see the people blush and look away ...
Labels: prose poems vol. 2
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