my disconcerted angst
is pitiful
now i am bored and alone
judging actions
from the front seat
of what i wish i was

One in the same
with lightning strikes crashing
all of our heads
self absolved interest
rest on the shoulders
of my frame
my bones are straining
under the lack of a father
instead a man
who strives to
quench his sexual desire

*cough*

05/26/2002

Posted on 05/26/2002
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