i must confess

i must confess

i drank from the gutter

(press)

a bystander saw me

swagger my way dreary -

down sketchy streets

soaking wet where

i fell

and almost met

my maker

Posted Wednesday, February 13th, 2008 at 4:22 am
Filed Under Category: poetry, word furrows
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