the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Tuesday, November 10, 2009

Ironic Bombs

A little slip of paper light
Will slip under your sheets tonight
When you've tucked the beast in,
Nice and tight,
And absolved your skin in treacherous night.
I could've had it any other way
It could've happened any day.
But now it can
And now it will.
A missile in the loading bay,
Big Mike for the kids today.

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