Don't stand here
and tell me how it is
when behind your own shadow
is the night
cold

When you eat your quarter pounder
with cheese in the one minute
and thirty-eight seconds of the time
I stood here and listened

I listened while I stood here
thought about when you'd shut the hell up
the sound
of an explosive collision
of bone, life, and solid metal
and drifted back
to the stupid grin
on your face

I saw your ignorance shovel dirt
beneath your feet
you began to sink
sinking deep
sailing far
from the shores
of there
far from here

goodbye.

04/09/2002

Posted on 04/09/2002
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