Monday, 30 July 2012

the low ball technique

We built neat crisp shelters,
      From the foundations up, 
            thick concrete poured down,
                  and we watched it spread,
                      setting ants in led,
                    we had tied the dream between our heads,
                tied up in the promises said, 
  blinding dreams ran us deeper,
                tied up in ribbon red,
                    happy with safe ignorance, 
                    we bled and bled and bled.

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