Talk About Something Else, Maybe?, by Tim Pozzi Subscribe to rss feed for Tim Pozzi

Pleasures.
They envelop me in wishing.
I wish we'd kept keeping this up,
but it stuck in the mud
and we didn't use heft enough
to conjure some kind of freedom.
Laugh and wait for rain,
the pain is real 
and it steals my hope for peace.
Pleasure doesn't keep me warm
cause it's formed in the palm of my hand.
Posted: 2011-09-14 03:23:54 UTC

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