Friday, April 16, 2010

Poem-A-Day: Day 155

Sham Smash
sham


it was set up
stinging My face
like one thousand needles
plus one
and I let it
until stings start stabbing
because I can do nothing back
not one sham
and I like it
laughing back stabbing
back to traps
there was no set up
My face is fine
for now
but it doesn’t feel right


smash

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