its the small change on the desktop
quaters from 1979, a nickel from 1985
its this collection of dirty metal
with the oily smell from
being held in a sweaty childs hand
its this depressing imagery that
obsesses me to believe
that maybe the life ive lived
is coming back on me.
it will surpass like a
slowly deflating ocean,
draining through the open
magma cracks rising
on the deep surface of earth,
I'd like to think i have
a hope to breath, a small
caress to look forward to
and the smile of everyone to
grace my everyday
but then i remember i have a
friend so far away, fighting
a demon so feebly she will soon
be overcome. I dont want her
to surrender. i hope she has the
strength to see the evil
that is riding the surface of her
life, like the filmed over eyes
of a shedding snake. She is happy.
we are all happy as we slowly
embrace the long eternity.

12/01/2001

Posted on 12/01/2001
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