Tuesday, May 15, 2007

Marked

Like a tree,

That lines my street.

Big orange band,

of last rights.

Diseased,

Withered,

Infested.

Blocking someones,

Post card,

Bay window,

View.

100 years of,

Waiting.

Only to be cast ,

aside for expansion.

Waiting to be made,

into toilet paper,

my final,

Humiliation,

for living in a world,

I no longer,

belong.

1 comment:

the108 said...

Yeah, that would have to suck to live for so long just to become someone's asswiper.

I truly hope that a tree doesn't know this.