Monday, April 16, 2007

what the....

i tripped
didn't fall
barely hurt myself at all

maybe a scrape
or two.

speak without meaning
trace it make space for it then cross it out
this speechlessness that thrills me
somebody make it go
(somebody kiss it better)
somebody, make it go
away


coat this fascination-turned-whole in dull paint
in order to willingly see finish lines
find time
to forget

it's cold, i'm bored, there's more

stupid is as stupid does
what is, already was

damn.

yeah, there's more blood than i said

i lied

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