Hands At Night

Creeps into your room when everyone else is asleep.
Holds your hand but you can’t move.
Something’s behind. Beneath the bed, too.
Feels like a million little purposeful hands.
Hands everywhere.

By Bald Punk

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Here are all the posts in this series: Third Episode – April/May 2009 (The Swine Flu/Punk Poetry)

Stuck in the apartment post

Saint Bald Punk here – Blogging from the NYPL

This Weekend’s A Total Wipeout

Punk Poetry

The Einstein Equation!

Hands At Night

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