3 O'clock's Midnight

so slammed with these paints
and can’t figure out who i am
sounds like a time for a storyteller
as a matter of opinion, i believe i’ve met ‘em before
and as far as i can tell..
i have no recollection of living in my father’s reproductive system
coincidentally, the walls remain up until done otherwise
and we’ve all something of a tender within us
sharing a sweet slow of bruise and heal
how distant am i now from the friends i’d made
inside, looking out
to how the dog and cat feel, similar to me
that old bit about.. when she was younger
it sure has been grand
deep and in motion from here
cold touches of concrete floors
.. wrapped blankets, with a dash of cozy
.. there’s someone at the door
a seasonal shape
magnificent perfomance
the sail is set
and is now in the spin of the ship’s steering wheel
learning perhaps in the laugh of tragedy
the desk is done well..
and somewhere, i still think about ohio

3 O'clock's Midnight

betweenourself

Joined September 2010

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