September 24, 2013
glass marbles sat in his head
and bits of ice in his mouth
his mouth that talked like the wind howled

his feet stomped too heavily when he walked in the street
the street that kept him from leaving that place
that place that frustrated him

he said too much and not enough
so he sat on his grand chair
and did nothing

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