domingo, 22 de junio de 2014

When we rub in



When we rub in

A cloud of buzzards
Above me
I’m walking my fate

I’ve invaded the space
Of a yellow eyebrowsed
Strayed dog

I can bite too
But I’m not so mad
Yet

Behind mountains of routine
An ocean waits for me
That’s what I like to think

You and me
So close
So distinct

But nobody said
We were
In the cloning business

Isn’t static
What attracts us
When we rub in



VABM Sunday, June 22, 2014

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