Delta40
02-08-2014, 11:47 PM
When there is no rumble in
thunder,
cracks in the sidewalks
mean nothing.
Round and round I go
in the bare garden
of my imagination.
Blessed Homebrand bog roll,
that cheap, harsh paper
where any old crap will do.
It scrapes across
the softest part of me left.
thunder,
cracks in the sidewalks
mean nothing.
Round and round I go
in the bare garden
of my imagination.
Blessed Homebrand bog roll,
that cheap, harsh paper
where any old crap will do.
It scrapes across
the softest part of me left.