Saturday, April 21, 2012

Rambling Man Pt. IV

Adjusted sights don't change
the monolithic shortcomings
of men who play escapees
with dirt rum escapades
and muddy cocktail manuscripts.
Makers of fate meet makers
of hate and everyone fights
over the flames by their plates.
The wires burn and dare
you to let go, to give in.
And each time you slip, you
begin to abandon everything
and everyone you've ever loved.
So say the souls that suffer here.

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