So, I just finished rigging the Tom Joyner radio show here at the local PAC and I can't decide if I want to go home or not. In the interest of taking up space, I'll take a small bit of inspiration (read: stealing the idea) from my pal Bart, who's email this morning led to the creation of Glorymercypeacetruth, and start with a poem:
Shark's Teeth
I sat in the ocean
as meat
Something hunted for food
Oiled and Innocent
Picking up the chipped black slivers
that fall from the mouths of killers
Cetain death
that lingers beneath the waves
cheers,
mcd
Shark's Teeth
I sat in the ocean
as meat
Something hunted for food
Oiled and Innocent
Picking up the chipped black slivers
that fall from the mouths of killers
Cetain death
that lingers beneath the waves
cheers,
mcd
1 Comments:
Hey i've done that... touching one of the slivers now. nice work dave.
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