the fringe

i know you disguised as a dead thing
a black heart that beats in time
to a tune a beggar sings
as he gropes for pennies on the city streets
play possom with some other soul
isolation is not on my list today
between the waves of cold
we live on the fringe of nothing
no where to go, no time to get there
dont be dead today my captain
the end of the war is a mile away

tweeked a 1987 piece

the fringe

JOSEPHCLIPPER

Joined January 2010

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