papers/lighter/text

crumbled and rolled

scifi 03/05/2010

Filed under: readable — paperslightertext @ 1:15 am

a foam sword, a faded cell recharging
over the rift- ask not what he’s famous for:
stale air in the stairway, dry stares in the
stairwell- stand down and stick around
if you want to live. hustle thru hushed
corridors palely metallic, blind chest bound
in a frenzied retreat, wide, wide eyes and
glued-on sideburns, that’s me, innit?

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