to the kid from maine that stole my

April 14, 2008 – 9:45 pm

flowers are a petty word
enough to ruin a poem
more so a book of poems
thought i as i walked away
from their bleeding bodies

when i was in a mental hospital
they used to bring us these awesome marmelades
so colorful and sweet

in the winter you have to be careful
not to lose your heart
and there are five ways that can happen
ice shards among the nicer three

prefers tea
and baskets full of tools
it is the smoother bigger rock, she said
that is smarter, dumb is an inversion

of our fear of timeless and smart things

take even that which is
not supposed to be taken

prefers tea
and baskets full of tools
it is the smoother bigger rock, she said
that is smarter, dumb is an inversion
some time before i thought about the flowers
and walked away from their bleeding bodies

the best way to get your heart back after a bad winter
is to leave the walls of the castle and find the culprit
this should only be done during the warm season
just as hunting and games resulting in death

prefers tea
wont let me take that which is

you live in a garden
you live in a glass dome

i want to kill you

prefers tea
prefers tea

wont let me take that which

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