Wednesday, August 19, 2009

'All the words...

...we've said, have arrowheads tonight.'


(Or at least, that's how I think it goes.)

Run off my feet, by an 18-wheeler,
known as (endless) editing.
Square eyes of burning coal.
Cold hands (warm heart?).
Numbers, and letters, and *click-click*.

No headache, yet.
(touch wood... ah, a keyboard will do)

So much to print,
so much to frame.
You see that clock?
That's who to blame.


(Edit: Yes. Those are the right lyrics. Bam. Don't mess)

© Luke Daniel

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