High endurance
invisible max power
peppermint mocha tragedy,
as I fall asleep against another
dead wall, holding my coffee cup
high, and bringing it down to reality
slower than most normally livened.
Intensive care, cool and fresh
moisturizing madness map,
regulated winding roads,
high and free.
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 66
High
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Drop a line, a quip, a snippet, your pants, or an anecdote...just don't drop the soap.