laugh ha at the frenetic beats
burning clay cracking listens
aimlessly streaming comfort only
squeals in trancelike remorse
this is just a phase only that
which i can say i'm going through
pizzicato rosin clicks taps from
the piano slowly beautifully
remorsefully playing my sick
minor key of dusty dirty glass in the
wash and dry sampled only by the
scrying eyes of something making
frustrated glances at the snowfall
grinding carbon filter bass crunches
through yellow thick and syrupy
badlit air tell me when you're
not feeling well.

06/20/2006

Posted on 06/20/2006
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