a storm is coming
ripping nails from their beds
i watch the blood drip from mine
and wonder
why does the chicken have to come first
why can't the cow win this time?
Did it hurt?
they ask
a silent audience waits
patiently
for my reply
Should it have?
i didn't feel a thing
in a race against her softer skin
i sold my flesh
and found myself
lesser
she was the chicken
i was the cow
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ok this is more of a dumping ground for all of my poems and thoughts (more poems than thoughts) so please enjoy!!!
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Allen Ginsberg once wrote,
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the n**** streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,"
Guess what I just saw you do?
"I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving
hysterical naked,
dragging themselves through the n**** streets at dawn looking for an angry fix,"
Guess what I just saw you do?