there are these words
contained in this vacuum
all trying to find their way, somehow
inching and scratching towards the slightest daybreak

might be they could make a point, somewhere,
leave a slight mark
climb to the top of the heap
and be heard, if it were possible and they really had legs ...

I sit here and watch as they're crushed and almost erased
under the weight of my slow indecisions,
flapping and slapping under the grating of this pen, what a hideous sight
squirming around on the bottom like worms,
defeated, depleated and just flat ...

momentum is nowhere, not to be found
not here,
some silly idea I once heard
back in the day
when innocence prevailed,
I have no more innocence, now ...

just some quiet resignation or spectacular delusion
I'm doomed for destruction or something really, really HUGE!!!
mired in this cycle
of wishes and screams ...

04/11/2007

Posted on 04/12/2007
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