Friday, April 16, 2004

Happy birthday, blog!

It's not such a happy birthday.

Here's a poem for today. I've called it "Jungle"

I dig trenches
With a small, silver plow
To plant a jungle.
In red, brown and orange thorns
Watered with blood
It grows wilder and wilder.
I only wish this were a jungle
That I could hide in.

I'm back from Italy, and everything is falling apart. It is April 16th, I am 16, and I don't want anything to be happening.

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