Thursday, January 22, 2009

Poetry for Short Days and Sub-Zero Temps

one more day on the trainer
and i may go insaner.


6 comments:

Twenty Major said...

The voice instead your head, it sings,
oh, please, just take these broken wings

finn said...

like a fool i'm in a cage,
i can't get out
you see i'm trapped,
can't you see i'm so confused...

Twenty Major said...

Damn, slapped with Colonel. Consider me pwned.

finn said...

a pyrrhic victory.

fatmammycat said...

* places fingers in ears, runs away*

Theo said...

...synchronicity