Monday, January 07, 2008

29? I lied...

Cold like bones.
Kills the weather inside.

It pierces like wet denim.
In deep pockets our hands confide.

A dollar for your dollar.
Hasty heads collide.

There's green beneath our feet.
Eff the other side...

1 comment:

Tracy said...

eff it! ya!

(cuz i have no clue what u are talking about)

but eff it all the same!