I paid ten dollars to enter...
(I paid ten dollars to recall.
I paid forgetting.
I paid ten dollars to be ignited.
I paid quiet.
I paid ten dollars to be mocked.
I paid clarity, but I didn't mind because that waiter was a stoner.
I paid ten dollars to let the sun rise.
I paid thought.
I paid ten dollars and got nothing in my hands or in my lungs.
But my head filled up and tipped over.
I paid ten dollars for an internal conflict.
I paid peace.)
...I paid excitement to leave.
Sunday, June 28, 2009
Five + Five = Ten
at 12:03 PM
Flavors: Red Velvet Poetry
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