by Stephen Jarrell Williams
This might be all of me:
work shirt,
faded jeans,
tennis shoes,
well-used memory of women I've had...
Getting it out now,
screaming to the far mountaintops,
my city a pink glow in the after dark,
sun dying
inside of me.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
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