Monday, October 15, 2012

The Pickup



I live immediate.
Always late and uneven;
Never looking ahead.
Maybe evolution skipped me.
Maybe you should too.
I'm not a man your father wants to shake hands with.
I'm not a boy your mother wants to cook for.
I'm a one heart festival of floor spinning visions.
But at this moment, just for you,
I think there's room for two.

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