1.16.2007

ball pean, claw, sledge, or deadblow?

a bag of hammers on a south bound train
heading down south to open a brain

some hours in the bar car primes the pump
rounding the bend it's time to jump

down the hill, follow the moon
a bag of hammers slips into your room

the rustle of a hammer in a burlap sack
bags of hammers say whack! whack!

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