the ringer will go on making <br />late things in spite of their <br />sun. <br />too tuned up <br />in every scratch <br />you will have a ten burns <br />cutting knife <br />deep under your heard <br />ringing ears.<br /><br />celine charcoal<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/so-damn-it/
