Monday, June 13, 2011

Knock Knock

Hook snag pull drag from the back its hardly even visible but you can

Taste it on your tongue the numb is wearing

Hard on you it floods floods floods

Fold, crumple, scrape away, hide away, don’t let

It come to the front of your mind it has resistance

Why did you pull tug it had to

Swim through shit to find your present, past, and future

Rolled out on a flat surface unfurled finger jab

Boom

Slip

Burn

Tear

Knock,

knock

Who’s

There.

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