Smell
The smell of rotten fresh tomatoes
and toast accompanied by a tap
dance and curious
glances is
soothing when you're
losing your mind over a
decided matter. You will
find solace in that certainty that you
won't falter - or will you?
You're not sure, but you are, aren't
you? You know you won't
lose to another what
shername he met one some
nameless date, it's too
late to toast the dead, what's
been said had been
had and the meal's over.
There's no shoulder for
happy men - stand,
and laugh.
Tuesday, June 17, 2008
8th Entry
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