i die to bring about
your awareness
not funerals
but wakes
not death
but the linger effects

and you've become a strobe light
flickering on and off
disjointed and
lost lost lost.

the tales are sad
but we sing with the bards
the empty pots and oils
the fragrance of disillusion.

the world has come
its come
to take us away
to ferment upon
our goosebumps

(and the world could not be
emptier if we
tied it to lampposts
and moaned.)

01/19/2004

Author's Note: *DIES LAUGHING* tissi german and i were talking, and here came the piece that just has me cracking up.

Posted on 01/19/2004
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