When I Was The Future Poem by Saul McCandless
When I Was The Future
Violent hope
Faithful slopes
You can't strip here, even carefully.
Not me, my Ma,
Over and out, Da
I'm taking no raps today.
This has been
Fun, 'till now
Now that I'm going away.
Time bides it's place and name.
Saturday, January 1, 2011
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