tap.
tap.
taptaptap.

my pencil is playing musical chairs
with my notebook and uninked pen.

tap.

head tilted, i am washed into the lines.
i wonder if you used bleach,
my stains would come out.
you could tumble me dry.
it wouldn't hurt too much.

i was drunk again, wasn't i?
i knew it. i can still taste the tequila in my sensors.
you're laying as if a tomb in your bed of neglect,
and i'm wondering how long i
can hold out before i do, in fact,
give in and hold you myself.

"can i stay with you tonight? i figured i would ask
because i know you won't." and what a presumption!
but you're right. you know me too well.
i am that dog, i am that fire hydrant.
and i piss on things, and you don't know it, you tree.

blink.
blink.
blinkblinkblink.

the cursor is playing hide and go seek with me again.
it's winning. i haven't made it to home base.

blink.

you wanted me to say something nice,
well, that would involve you giving back my tongue.
my larynx, my vocal chords...
perhaps when i've gotten my voice out of pawn
i might pay you a compliment.
but i only have two dollars and
a worn out shoe to give.
you'd sneer, they aren't diamonds,
and i'm sorry for that.

09/22/2003

Author's Note: heeh. it's five thirty AM. leave me alone, and leave me a message after the beep. tissi, you are my toe-jam goddess. my uncle satan owes you bigtime and so do i. :)

Posted on 09/22/2003
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