the letters were not <br />into walking slowly <br />the reptiles were not <br />into running <br />off the midnight <br />that glamourous chasing <br />cases in which there <br />were no more <br />shots taken <br />every morning <br />tied fists <br />tired of sincerity <br />killed the beasts <br />tired of the mess <br />the label <br />the tattoo, <br />the shame <br />the victim of <br />the burden of time and space <br />the words are not <br />into bestiality <br />of mindless creatures <br />of a moon <br />off the stage. <br /> <br />go and re-arrange.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/noting/
