Perhaps,
I'm a baby
dinosaur
trapped in
a man's body.
I'm a hellhound
for a bowl of
fruit.
I'm an angel
with canines to tear
flesh.
I'm running
from the
darkness,
so I must
be in the
light.
The light
is the
carnival
body of
an asteroid
and
I'm coming
home for dinner.
Wednesday, April 18, 2012
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