Thursday, August 9, 2012


by April Wilburn

Seattle sun rarely shines
Trickling rain drops running rapid down my face
Pain colder than the rain, bringing shame to my name
Nothing’s the same
But I thought fame would change the game
Trees that came to please
That green put my mind at ease
Got me on my knees
Oooh Mary you’re such a tease…
Sticky with a sparkle
Smoke surrounding my lungs
Satisfying sensation
Tasteful tingle trapping my stress
Strangling that secondary life
The sunless salvation
My mouth is dry
I can’t speak
My words are trapped and won’t dare to leak
Cookie cravings and snack attacks
Munchies is where my mind is at
Tasteful substance leaves me in a pool of drool
Eyes low, reflexes slow

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