I do know that
I am talentless
formed and formless,
I have sucked all
life from my bones.

I put words down
and they mean nothing,
to you,
to me,
they are empty

empty shells of
what I thought I could
feel,
an expression that I thought
I had
before I got
hungry
and devoured
every good part of
myself.

Every sweet
and stupid part,
every
calm and
courageous part
everything
that was
the poet,
artist,
sex maniac,
buddah,
angel,
heathen,
dancer,
blatant,
coffee drinker

it is all
gone.

12/09/2001

Posted on 12/09/2001
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