Either you are sorting it out, or you are full of it.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

Shanghai as a Simpleton

I dreamed that Shanghai was a simpleton

Who ate glass bottles,

And picked the shards out

From his teeth with a rusty coathanger.


Though many said he would die

From hemorrhaging or tetanus

Coughing his last breaths

In pools of blood and vomit,

He came into his own all too well.


His breath full of fire,

He spat diamonds.

And when he spoke,

The people listened.

posted by ferret at 3:32 pm  

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