Elmer's Glue
my flesh is but a tarp patchwork really sheathing me from the charred world outside me the crazies bite at my blanket homeless thoughts beg at me beyond my wall as the ashes reach beneath my skin I am caught suspended a puppet with broken strings dance for me they sing dance for me as I droop loosely, hurting i cripple myself feeling my own criticism for not using better glueWritten June 5th, 2001 © on Jun 05 2001 03:13 PM PST other
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"my flesh..."