Monday, September 15, 2008
much like a slew
the sidewalk is rushing at my head again im lying on the street in the rain and wind how quickly can you get here dont know where i am dear finally the world actually seems to be revolving around me you held my head over the edge of the bed i remember it now but at the time i thought i was dead you put a pan there and held back my hair how can i repay you for saving me and my hardwood floor and when the world stopped spinning round i picked the pan up off the ground i read my up heaves much like tea leaves they said its over so get sober or youll die again.
Posted at 11:06 PM
