in cigarettes
and frozen pizzas
in
most frequently played songs
and
stitches in fabric.
Staring at the mug
with a reverse relief
of a spanish galleon
breaking arctic ice
at 11:38 at night
Tuesday, February 17, 2009
They showed up and I did the thing I said I wouldn't do, I let them in. They needed sleep. He was coming down pretty bad, cursing, speaking in a language only Dali would understand.
She's washing his feet in my bathtub and I'm afraid to fall asleep because I don't trust them. I did not trust myself back then.
Moans of discord escape from the bathroom and I don't know what to do. Vampires can't come into your house unlesss you invite them in.
I'm too nice sometimes, and I know that they probably appreciate me this moment, but in a while, when they re-up, it will be forgotten. I will just be another quitter.
They don't like quitters. Because we remind them of what they can't seem to ever find in their drugs, stability and worth.
She's washing his feet in my bathtub and I'm afraid to fall asleep because I don't trust them. I did not trust myself back then.
Moans of discord escape from the bathroom and I don't know what to do. Vampires can't come into your house unlesss you invite them in.
I'm too nice sometimes, and I know that they probably appreciate me this moment, but in a while, when they re-up, it will be forgotten. I will just be another quitter.
They don't like quitters. Because we remind them of what they can't seem to ever find in their drugs, stability and worth.
I Could
take this
pill promised
to"knock my ass
out," but there's a
little pizza in the oven
I'm waiting to consume
to somehow plug this annoying
ache that plays out in my guts every
time I come home at night. I don't speak,
people who speak to themselves are crazy.
I just exist, listening to the same people sing
the same bullshit over and over again, while smoke
begins
to
drift
from
my
oven
pill promised
to"knock my ass
out," but there's a
little pizza in the oven
I'm waiting to consume
to somehow plug this annoying
ache that plays out in my guts every
time I come home at night. I don't speak,
people who speak to themselves are crazy.
I just exist, listening to the same people sing
the same bullshit over and over again, while smoke
begins
to
drift
from
my
oven
This paper is cold
This pen is cold
This floor is cold
This room is cold
This apartment is cold
This building is cold
This block is cold
This city is cold
This state is cold
This country is cold
This planet is cold
and I
Don't own
a Warm Enough Coat.
This floor is cold
This room is cold
This apartment is cold
This building is cold
This block is cold
This city is cold
This state is cold
This country is cold
This planet is cold
and I
Tuesday, February 10, 2009
And the way things are
with repeated walks
at one in the morning
with cups of coffee
and peanut butter
chocolate
rice crispy donuts
and stolen snapshots
and seatbelts
but no place to buckle them
with a tv
you beat with a broom
to watch double vision
late night humor.
Sometimes
you begin to think
that things are going
to be good again.
with repeated walks
at one in the morning
with cups of coffee
and peanut butter
chocolate
rice crispy donuts
and stolen snapshots
and seatbelts
but no place to buckle them
with a tv
you beat with a broom
to watch double vision
late night humor.
Sometimes
you begin to think
that things are going
to be good again.
Friday, February 6, 2009
In
out
drink
a drink
two drinks
lighter
left at home.
In
out
talk
small talk
cheap talk
importance
left at home.
In
out
walk
fast walk
long walk
solitude
left at home.
drink
a drink
two drinks
lighter
left at home.
In
out
talk
small talk
cheap talk
importance
left at home.
In
out
walk
fast walk
long walk
solitude
left at home.
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