Saturday, December 13, 2008

whistle while at work

the corners of the brick are chipped to reveal a mossy home;
a home where one may find more then excepted.
the corner of morrison is claimed by the early bird.
the garbage bag covers the sleeping bag with a soul.
how did he get so lucky to get the day off?
free today.
free tomorrow.
freedom that i will never know.
i chose my path.
he chose his.
much more daring then i care to be.
i choose resistance.
he chooses the wind.


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