the hum of absolute silence
can kill.
it stains the ear with perpetual
truth.
that is why i paint my pictures
with long faces
and wide grins,
cheeks exploding with jovial laughter
with eyes that gleam like two little holes
pricked in nothingness.

i'm two thousand miles from n.
e. where.
and my feet aren't traveling too
quickly.
at a loss I am for concrete words
to describe
my boredom
of this place my eternal home, my life.
memories give me some company
when I cannot speak.

02/08/2007

Author's Note: too much technique, not enough passion. something to gnaw on for awhile I guess.

Posted on 02/09/2007
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