burn a hole through my parrafin cheek.
this cigarette is just an excuse to
fill myself with holes.

watch my figurine melt into a puddle
of discoloured wax. watch the moments
melt with emotions,
with the various trademarks dissipating,
and watch this matchbook slowly engulf
the sulfide. the paper. the matchstick.

watch the world burn down,

and catch a flame to light with.
and then too, watch yourself melt,
just as i have before you.

03/31/2004

Posted on 03/31/2004
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