imagine two more nights
on rooftops
shoelaces untied and
pine trees.
my body aches
goddamnit i cant sleep
and still, something like dreams flash in front of my retinas as i try to rest my bone structure, my twisted organism
something like snapshots of past lives (this must be living it must be) she tickles my feet, i cry quietly to myself

(dont lie you never cry, you're
just being melodramatic)

and then,
a low gutteral teeth gnash which
comes from nowhere, and everywhere.
from the dull ache of wanting to feel anything intensely
i just... cant and in this prison I keep myself
i breathe in and the walls bleed
grain and jungle and ether
i bet joan of arc never laid awake at night like this

10/14/2008

Posted on 10/15/2008
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