coil
August 25, 2008 – 9:57 pmsimply said the
its in no way
familiar to me
im so close to you now
your nothing face
emptiness
forced laughter
at your own jokes
i eat silence
familiarly comfortable
the pigeons high on grass
steal coins from my empty purse
i lick my mouth as i smile
i like the click of saliva
as i cringe at strangers in the mirror
the controlled abyss
the uncontrolled comfort
and a deaf intelligence
the street moves like a dollhouse
through the figures of still strangers
i try to catch still hands
leaves the virile
tastes of water
i hate you
on the tourniquet
by the highway
i hate you
predicted the conversation
uninspiring
hope
learning to listen to
thinking less
unable
LOOK
There is glass on the floor…
I hate you. I hate you. I hate…
i slur as i lick my lips
i love the taste of my mouth
i am in love with fear
i loathe the cache
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LISTEN TO ME
I want you to listen to me. I abhor you.
its red outside again
i am familiar
make eggs make eggs
LISTEN TO ME
I want you to listen to me. I do not fear.
the way paper burns
i am a real nightmare
i will fuck your world
ive lost certain
but you must hear me
hear me now
mom said
animals in the clouds
happy