Thursday, December 16, 2004

Some
thing so glassy
and blue I
cry the
bloody aspect of
spaghetti sauce
I hear each pop of
membrane
smell the
people on the
bus like
sesame
you mean
I have to leave
at 4:15?
I'm sagging deeply
under all this
fluff and skin
where does the dust come from
oh, hi
remember me?:
recycled coffee grounds and
something an
angel shat on
just too dizzy
just woke up
too soon
the warmness
will betray you
always
maybe
these walls were
white 10 years
ago

posted at 5:32 PM |