chronology in backwards order,
dystopia a distant illusion
meant for shaking hands and
unburdened shoulders,
unacquainted with reality.

we fall for dissarray
and messy hair,
after-shock and charisma.

perpetually frightened eyes
and lack of ambition.

berated monsters in closets
come out at nightfall
looking for prey
(pray?)
in back alleys
and store-fronts.

i am all but a false reminder
of what you never had
but always could.

remember california?
me neither.

paralyzed by the intrinsic need
for the end of celibacy
and the track rewind of belated
wake-up calls,
synchronized with morning voices,
coffee cups and stale toast.

it comes to a point
when you don't notice the trash,
the amount or the smell.

find me in the paralyzed position
of one who knows too much and says but little.
cradled in the shadow of
beyond all hopes and in between
the ceiling cracks.

i'll be waiting for
sense to fall in place.

06/02/2006

Posted on 06/02/2006
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