Are we having fun?
My two-faces turn cheek to cheek,
this frame means nothing,
the outside bruised
the inside rotten,
you have bought yourself a
broken queen.

Eyes to the wall,
I am still considering,
saying yes, or saying no,
a plate sits before me
as insects crawl on the fine-wood
table,
a candle lit dinner
for me and my shadow...
the dusts rains down
on the disuse.

11/06/2003

Posted on 11/07/2003
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