i'm built from lost artistry
hangovers dizzied by
empty stomach
empty crushed beer cans
fly-away cigarette smoke
cough
poof
and it's gone
i'm built
but torn by scattered looks
words
careless drama
expensive
my own expense

giving all i am
all i can be to a little boy
who sometimes is (afraid)
-for-
-of-
me

and i tell him i'm getting too
attached i tell him
but i don't slow down
i'm built from gross neediness
underestimated depressed insanity
am built from lonely goodbyes
frightened cries
the need for something real
to hold onto in the dark

am built but broken
breaking
words
will always break me
and even this little boy
won't be able to save me

06/27/2002

Posted on 06/27/2002
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