There is a confusion

Where the wires

Cross and short.

Where sparks fly.

Words get thrown around

Like lawn darts.

Childish but Painful.

Belligerent barking,

Where no one wants to shut the fuck up.

Where the only end,

Is in the tight strangle of hugs,

Is in tears,

Snot on shoulders,

Confessions of love,

And never doing it again.

6 thoughts on “Cross And Short #12

    1. I think we all do Kim. These are all new writings. I will be posting a few times a week for now on. You can find some of my older writings at http://www.tompoet.com. I have plenty of old ones to add to http://www.tompoet.com but the new stuff will be found here. Thanks for checking out my page and for the kind words. Please come back.
      Tom

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