checkered beige and dark brown
walking on marble
for years
clicking marble on a slippery surface
i quit smoking and swearing
and dancing
i did
i forgot
while i dreamed
marble cracking
it shattered
i wish i had shattered it my Self
with that rusty hammer
nighmares
and vivid dreams
bright, sharp dreaming
wasn't it?
it was
is
walking on grainy balsa wood now
moving plastic pieces
smoking again
and swearing like a sailor
and i'll forever dance until my muscles fail me
and sing until my throat is raw
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