Slippery floor

Slippery feet
In slippery shoes
On the slippery road
At the slippery path
Lie doesn’t fit
My unconscious truth
I am drunk
With a Cuban cigar
In the foaming bath
Falling away
From the crack
That I pass
Mockering track
Thoughts are starting to mass



22-02-2012
Chicago, USA


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