simplistic titles
running fast
like the man said
running
deep blue water
blue blur blatant like the lake
and figuring out all these symbols
it's like learning how to swim
such a habitual stroke i never could understand
i can't help my pains or my years
they all flow like the sun on my back
searing in later conditions filled with envy but
this is not how i am
this is only what the boxes shape me into
as i deposit myself neatly into such a trapped and
stereotypical location

painful as it may be
i need this heat
i need the few fleeting moments of clarity so that i can finish my little stints
my crutches so that i can perhaps make it through
and even then, there's blindness in my stagger (swagger)
like knee-deep water that you push through
only mud can make so few waves

smelling the spray and
hearing it pull me and my
level love into sleep
where i sustain no greater pleasure
but also i suppose, no greater injury
at the in-justice of

nothing
there is nothing with this loss

09/07/2005

Posted on 09/07/2005
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