Mar
12
2009

falter

my art
i trip

i sip from your cup
affair i flirt

i disengage
and roundabout kill you off

bolting.revolting.i imagine
another

way to create what i wanted

and i see
my wrong turns

i bleed. i seed. i scream

ice cream
i'm humbled

now i k.now

how signif.i.cant

i paint
my poetry
across my chest

cut into my skull i am
a piece of nothing.ness.

i wrest away from you
all that i have vested

econo.my has crumbled
faltered future
has forgotten and favored
nothing that i've
felt has ......

look f.orward to possibilty
and smile

know.ingly i shake my head......

About me ...

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