Talk me down Tonight After being Screamed at For the past hour And The cats scratching the couch And So much fucking homework And Autism breakdowns And
Tears don't drop Voluntarily They are grabbed through a Fatal blow Into my chest and Her arm goes up Into My Neck Past my chin And Up She pokes at me Behind my
thanks. not written in two years, nearly. ... From: kevinheyne <no_reply@yahoogroups.com> Subject: [Charles Bukowski Poetry Corner] Re: singing drains To: