Saturday, September 25, 2010


(Pre-Script: For a more sensationalized experience, read this poem as the song, "Secrets," #43 on the playlist, plays in the background. Go down to the playlist, click on that song, then come back and resume reading. I'll wait...) (Still waiting...)

I am the raw split open version.
There are body parts,
internal organs strewn here and there
along my highway.
Rubber neckers watch and say to each other,
"All this time, I thought it would be
deep purple,
but I would call that more of a violet,
a bright vivid violet,
-Yeah, I get that all the time.


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