Best Poem of C. Bake Baker

Running In Colors
I am a piece of this fair Earth
I've got no place, and I've got no birth
I am inside of this burning fire
Left to sear, because I'm a liar

No place to sleep or time to lose
My life is short, it's all bad news
Run far away and you might survive
the moonless night that is my life

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Old Music
Samples of time, tolerance drains.
Skin vibrates against bones, flushing blood to brains

Black handed baseline accommodations, burning away all our soft skin,
Doomed to never find out where to finally begin.
Death dog follows me everywhere, through solid doors,
Death omens stretch. He is so alone in the . . .
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