Tuesday, August 19, 2008

outta

pen flicked dry of ink
tea drank, done with drink
river ran, tripped & dried
bolt runs to the sky
outta luck, outta thoughts
weekend ends, sold & bought
car sputtered outta gas
empty room, free at last
lost game, outta time
needed ten, short a dime
match lived, just to die
fire vanished from a sigh
sat down to write a song
blank page hard & long
words gone lost & found
outta time not a sound

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