oh darn, wasn't supposed to miss him
how piteous and restless I am
to cave, to want to cave
when not more than a second has passed
flaccid, languid, void of all reason
what devilish thoughts ride my waves
gut-renching, fanning my skin
spilling over with fervency
this is a blue screen
where pictures trick you into believing
they are real
where I thought I was "stand-alone" material
not needing a cushion to rest my head
haven't written for days
cause I barely know what to say
cause I barely know what's going on
in this fire engine body of mine...

12/10/2002

Posted on 12/11/2002
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