Thursday, April 28, 2011

PUT ME IN COACH 


We had come to the end of my legs 
Any further and you'd have been  
at the foot of the bed where the blood  
was that had fallen from the hammer  

that was swinging from the end of my  
arm or hand as it were. I call it my five  
legged mini me. No head or eyes or brain  
to dream with or figure out how to get to  

Connecticut without leaving a paper trail  
or use a credit card, because the  
police would spot that for sure.  
Just a palm and five feetless fingers 

1 comment:

K said...

Well if you find your way to CT at least grab some leg-warmers, it still gets chilly at night ;)

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