found in an old notebook....
date: Feb 8th, 2007 11:55:02 am - Subscribe
mood: cosmic
i am not this thing you assume
you envision
with your closed-circuit, technicolor
mind that you are
judge, jury, prosecutor, executioner
extraordinaire
and i,
you swear,
good book underhand,
am just bad.....
so late it must be
orgy needle-cult
evil heathen
activity...
late,
you lie awake
you lie
awake and unaware
you lie yourself scared
and shades of lime
i might be more than you
dared, cared to even
consider
a little consideration
would be nice,
you say
and i choke on a laugh as
i choke on my leash ---
consider release of ME
aware that freedom is never free
and clear that scars make either
iron bars or ladders.
i lie awake, consumed with
the guarantee that
life is short,
not necessarily sweet....
and i have songs to go before i sleep.
08/16/99 3:50am
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