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......
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