always words of emptiness
and these musings of lost hope
always met with hopelessness
and the ends of various ropes
caused by inflictions of loss
the scars of figures of speech
and the end it begins and stops
and everything in his life creeps
monotonous below us
died on the cross like that whore
jesus christ the dont-give-a-fuck of all
died for my tortured soul?
these are the things he says
and writes in repition
over and over and over
and over again.

and she said
you should write happy words
and he said
all i can write are sad poems.

12/23/2002

Author's Note: caitlin said to me i should write happy poems.

Posted on 12/23/2002
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