Sunday, April 18, 2010

Three packs a day.

Play me like your favorite record,
throw me down, play me over and over;
scratched up, so much friction I’m smoking
almost as much as your girlfriend. Now
don’t you pretend you are better than me –
you’re glass, just a window; I’ll break you.

Break in.
Break down.
Break even.

02.25.2010

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