BalloonsBy: Sean Webb
Our foster children have saved three balloons that resemble bloated organs with flagging resolves against rupturing. We don't know how long to save them, piled by the stairs, in a corner of the kitchen, between a tin of dog food, and a broken toy vacuum cleaner needing a new light bulb small as a frog's eyeball.
Copyright © 1997 Sean Webb
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Accidental SuicideBy: Brandon C. Carpenter
Pack up your scars snap shut your fears Latch down your pain collect all the blame Tell them the truth you don't know why Its got you down and sinking fast Shoot down blue skies chase the gray days Spit out stardust douse comet trails Light years before your spark lit up Your twilight house shut its third eye One for the road down the dark streets In your hot machine saintly swerving so Horsepower metal top open end Free ride nightmare wrap around scream
Copyright © 1998 Brandon C. Carpenter
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