I FELL LIKE A BRICK
I FELL LIKE A BRICK
FROM THE PODIUM
THE
GANGWAY
THE
ESCALATOR
THE
OLD WATER TOWER
THE
BLEACHERS
THE
BRIDGE
NOT
EVEN SPINNING
THINKING DEEPLY
SMOKING
RATIONALIZING MY FEARS
GRINNING
PROTESTING NOR SHOUTING
THE WIND WAS EVER WHISTLING
THROUGH
MY SHIRT SLEEVES
MY FINGERS
MY OPEN WINDOW
MY PASSPORT LANYARD
MY HEAD OF HAIR
MY INNERMOST THOUGHTS
I FELL LIKE A BRICK AND HAVE NOT STOPPED FALLING EVER SINCE
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