Single San Francisco

Saturday, February 1, 2014

I'm too
Covered
In muck
To have
Much luck
Seeing
Out of this
Trash bin
You put
Me in

One eye
And one
Valve
Are still
Open.
Did you
Hurt me
On purpose
For art?

I have a mole
Shaped like
A heart.
Will it grow
And kill me?

I died
In the time
You left me
Behind

As I'm not sure
How much time
You need
To decide
Whether to
Throw away
Or keep me
I gave
Your ballet
Ticket
Away

If you know
Your answer
Please
Tell me
Waiting
Kills me

Don't worry
For me
I'll be here
With the worms
Or the birds
Maybe
All three