Face that
onslaught with
neck back
I'm caught with
deck cut
I'm not who I was when I woke up
I don't think I'm the one they said I was
Take that
or this quick
pill pop
don't let that
drip drop
top of the pile had cards at the top
bottom of the tip of a queen of hearts
slip that into your hand
slip that into your hand
slit that into your hand
slip me into your hand
Lick that
stamp but stick
me back
cramped and sick
no lack
My address isn't really my home
and I'm not who I was this morn
King's men
King's crosses
Bold type
for bosses
princess
the egg is always in pieces now
the queen has found the hermit and the
Hanged man
slip that card into your deck
slip that hand off of your neck
slip this man into your hand
when will you hit the ground?
you've been falling an awfully long time
Is there a ground to hit?
Is your card a response to mine?
Monday, March 30, 2009
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