Wednesday, January 23, 2013

Found Poem


Connor feels invincible, untouchable

The rush of traffic 

Make them suffer
No sweetness to this revenge

I can't stop wondering  why it has to be me

The bullet embeds in his backpack.  

   Connor stop, he hears his father yell.

Then he hears a gunfire.

So what did you do to be unwound.

Dirty unwind

I will never see home again

She has no illusion about there about their chances or their ability to remain unseen  

Is now the time for him to run.

Move toward the fighting prospect of civilization. 

They tear easily and catch the breeze like a kite, making it hard to read  

Why did they call them sneaker is it was so hard to sneak in them?

Next time, wear a dress.

That test was impossible  

It’s the same baby


      

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