Climb the highest mountain, punch the face of god

Goodbye

I let it go.
All the scared
Whispers resting on
My chest, all the
Fury flitting around
My head;
I threw it all away.
Out the door they
Sailed in silence.
They fell hard
To the ground.
I got my shovel,
I dug a hole,
And prepared a burial fit for a louse.

8-24-08


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