I’m not a break and enter guy.
I like to act break and enter,
but you see through all of that.
I take my work underground.
Won’t see me running short planks.
Others break and enter, sucking air.
I’m no voodoo shop piece,
But I’m such a pitiful snake.
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#1 by Kavita on May 16, 2011 - 7:31 pm
Whos .. this was dark and really (I mean really) poignant! Very well writ!
#2 by Carl on May 16, 2011 - 10:27 pm
Thank you so much! Your comment means a great deal. I had doubt about whether this might express what I was after and it is nice to know that you identify with it in this way.
#3 by Indigo Spider on May 17, 2011 - 3:38 pm
This is amazing. Poignant, honest, and there is a sweetness about it. I don’t mean like happy ending sweetness, but sweetness as in an innocence revealed behind the bravado. I love the ending “I’m no voodoo shop piece, But I’m such a pitiful snake.”
#4 by Carl on May 17, 2011 - 10:36 pm
Thank you for your kind comment.