untitled
November 23rd, 2001I am sick of myself and the
stuttered renditions of life
that I attempt to create.
I have been nothing but
textbook skimmings
and a few mentally
sharpened words.
This life is no longer
absorbed in a night.
This life is no longer a heap of
scattered dreams
punctuated with the
well-wishings of those who
care with one eye
and despise with the other.
I am not your [...]
