there is a vitality slowly
numbing us away; a broken
life that has called itself
moving poetry- always with un-nessecary rhymes;
aesthetics designed to enhance existance,
when we will soon be passé, like that
eggplant colored refridgerator.
we are a cutting edge metaphor
for all the expression too pathetic for
words; although, we prefer the term
speechless.

(e)motion; versatile wording
for a new revolution in the same fashion
we have always come to know.
Love. Scathing Hate. Contempt.
really, it's all vanity;
a smile is equated to euphoria;
while a tear is mere complacency.
pain is a four-letter act
because, the vaguely inspired have beaten
a beautiful muse to death.
we are left with nothing, but we prefer the term
numbness.

05/30/2003

Posted on 05/30/2003
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