Tuesday, February 3, 2009

You don't understand what you haven't done

or Maybe.


I just want to get on a train and go
end up where I was thirty minutes
ago. There could be a life
or a lesson in this. In dreams.



a continually Mutating reality.
There was some happiness, there.
I know. I know. I know it's nothing.
I should talk about. Nothing
I should talk about. There's only
so much you can play can speak
without the fracturing, snipping.



Blemished. Blintzes. Taxes. Milk SUIT. Zoot zooot
I needed. I needed.

1 comment:

mandibles said...

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