my lips burn
in a seeming
fluxuating wave of
acidity,
i feel as if i have
devoured the
entrails of a monstrous
cadaver
the rotten aged coils
of organ
sliding through my body
in a masticated lump
my hand quivers as i try to hold back my own self anger toward my stupidity
and i dwell
over the idiocies
of my rampant
destructiveness
my callous insensitivity
toward my friends

insults i fling so
nonchalantly
seem to sere
my flesh
as i regret;
apon seeing the objects
of my so innocent scorn;
the expression of pain and shock

i was afraid of
their intimidation
the volume of their
unaccepting breath
im sorry to have been
so immature.

12/18/2001

Posted on 12/18/2001
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