i wish i were a poet
and words came easily to me
words that were not inordinate and crazed
words that didn't just long for usage

i wish maybe then i would put some of these memories out of mind for a while
and maybe when
then i could be sharper
and this smell would not cling so acridly, prick and burn
almost perpendicular lines would not fog my vision
and grey would not strike me as particularly frightening

06/07/2002

Posted on 06/07/2002
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