as usual,
the words have handcuffed
themselves to the back of my eyeballs.
annoying as it is,
that's an immense improvement
over the way they used to dig
stems and legs into my throat
in bitter/soundless argument
against being said.

be nicenicenice
.....pitterpatter mousey child
..rodents should ne'er be seen or heard
merely killed on si(gh)te

not that having guts squished out
is the way i'd choose to go
but death is a rather capricious
.friend -
..........always weighing and judging
only to remind me i lack
..the necessary conversational skills
.....to keep eternity company
(and out of her hair).

she claims it's not good
to get what i wish all the time
but i find it a rather shady trick
for her to sneak up
..............tap my shoulder
.......................and yell 'boo!'
just when i was getting comfy with life.

twenty some years skulking along in her shadow
..trying to get her to notice me
.....and now she gets jealous.

...........figures.

09/22/2005

Posted on 09/22/2005
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