domingo, 16 de dezembro de 2012

Old and blackfooted.

Blackfoot
I tried to leave the carpark,
some chubby girl assured me staying would reveal all.
And that I would hear my answer amongst the hype
from the stadium stands.

Evenso I drove out and exited the excitement,
the same way i came in.
Breaking a chain, a fence and puncturing the tyres.
ten metres from the park I got out of the car
and started toward the pines and sunshine.

Simple country folk embraced me,
I seemed to age immediately to about eighty seven.
I looked down at my feet black and bruised from the journey,
as the locals helped me across the narrow bridge to my death.

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