unEasy Skin

Posted: December 2, 2012 in Poetry
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I drift out by myself

I sell out from myself

No one nowhere else


The sun will burn away

The world will turn away

Here we holy hell


This skin does not want felt

This air I never felt

Done deal being dealt


The truth they never tell

Whisper but do not tell

Sit there by yourself

  1. Reblogged this on ZENspeak9 publications un/incorporated and commented:

    One of my favorites from the first book published by ZENspeak9 publications un/incorporated. 2012copyright

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