Sunday, August 8, 2010



my talisman of protection,
hanging heavy around my neck,
doesn’t do anything except:

fake me out,
fool me,
let me pretend.

but that’s good enough for me,
as long as i’m not musing
about my imminent fiery death.

1 comment:

  1. when i'm paranoid about shit and i can't sleep, i look at my arizona ring. there's a symbol of protection on it, and though rationally, i know that it wouldn't really help to stave off the zombie apocalypse, it makes me feel better.

    what i'm saying is, i get you.