Canofceleri Posted December 17, 2006 Share Posted December 17, 2006 a country a town a cafe a nook a table and two chairs stares at one sits in the other gray the room breathes entraps him with not more sound than a relentless dark droning the train is coming for him, his health, his death shaking! screaming! disorient! in a fit his newsboy cap flies away with his sanity as he gasps and his age-addled fingers tear skin for heart collapse! no longer do they eat, no now they're in a moment no longer animals but spectators CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUNCH CRUTCH and now friend lion out for the first bite of the day HE is animal WE are spectator HE is animal death ensues all for pharmocology who'd a thunk? my eyes scan the paper for worthy consumption same ol same ol when is something going to grip me? when will MY crazy old man who i love to the depths fall victim to my lion? woe is me, woe is me another one for the recycling binaintitashame Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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