Kyle Shield Laster

Rookie - 171 Points (July 18,1991)

Sore Dreams - Poem by Kyle Shield Laster

I stretch and pop my spine
And am tempted to now whine
Of how I'll never ever scuttle
Across the sand that oceans trouble
While dripping, burning 'neath a sun
So bright and shining 'til its done,
But I'll give privilege to my days
Many visits, but brief stays
Among sore dreams, I store in stacks:
Birthed with the snapping of my back.

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Poem Submitted: Saturday, January 16, 2010

Poem Edited: Saturday, February 6, 2010

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