He said that he was a
niceguy
But he's a
SORRY BASTARD
at yahoo.com.
His love infects me like the flu
And I cry West Nile tears
Spent on clean sheets
on someone's couch
within my barren pillow

I would cry salt, but
Prozac and
Boone's
dull the senses
My drunken mind races to find the
cause---
blessed ignorance!

What have I done?

I have only loved too deeply
Trusted too thinly
Waded too incautiously
And abandoned the glass house.

Crazy Night 1 & 2
I dreamt of you
And now you're gone
You refuse to read me

Crazy Night 3 is for me-
Fuck you!
Because I am better than that.
I deserve more than glass.
So walk away . . .

you will never forget.

08/25/2002

Posted on 08/25/2002
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