the red light.
i ran a red light, just barely.
the mail came early:
i got a ticket
and a photo.
you know i kept it
right next to the picture
that’s folded in half.
you thought i knew you…
but no one will ever know you
because you tell the same stories
to everyone you meet.
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ALSO, A FEW MORE writing things.
February 14th, 2007 at 10:09 am
Ultram
March 23rd, 2008 at 6:40 pm
I’d prefer reading in my native language, because my knowledge of your languange is no so well.