value
the distraught and naked
vanila cake with chocolate frosting

i feel half alive
a limpingmass of flesh
consuming time
like a large glass of
fruit juice,

bitmap images
in a million pixels
flashing and screaming
through my eyes
a gun with bullet
red and gory

there is a door
in my head
and someone is rummaging
through the lock

my bones cracked and
crumbled
i fell in a heavy breathing
pile of sweat and dirt
a dusty cloud slowly rising
and surounding me

01/24/2002

Posted on 01/24/2002
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