The Bomber Will Always Get Through - Self Defense Family

Fell off my bike

Struck my head to the curb

Bad for my hairline

Great for self-worth

Damage to both lobes

Like a broken tube

Lighting dimmed

But the view improved

Direct line to God

Shared connective tissue

Better clasp

On the burning issues

Abstract approach

To reasoned problems

Bird calls for lost dogs

And hands laid upon them

Emerge from a coma

In a pale blue cube

Given a shirt

And a bus fare to someplace new

Legs became sticks

I rest on wedges

Torso a stone

I rest my head on

Head became claw

I grip new things with

Tongue into handshake

Eyes to antennae

Return to work

Was warmly received

Leapt from the bathroom window

Said I was taking a leak

Found a place in the sun

Found a hole in the earth

Lost a place at the table

Found myself none for the worse

Attracted a new friend

Found in love with space

Hard fall, a cracked skull

Made a great day