i couldnt see the specter
through your nudity, how
many moments can you leave behind
before the corpses start piling up?
it's never the ghost that's trailing the
cellophane of jellyfish, it's the quiet
breathing of a not-quite-dead cadaver.
it's the smell of the oxygen so
seducing to the lungs that shapes
the expressions cross your face.

while your naked body shivering
leads me to believe it's so cold
in the room where you are,
i've realized that it's empty-
but the eyes are all on you-
and the chill that we've decyphered
is emitted from the nitroglycerin
running through your veins

your massmurder of these moments
has not gone unnoticed,
youre just standing trial,
facing justice for your coldblooded
massacre of time-

but this world,
your jury,
can never resist a pretty face.

10/26/2003

Posted on 10/27/2003
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