head was swollen,
needed one of them neckbraces,

i guess kids call it cocky these days
but me
i'm not sure
you can call it cocky
i was simplifying the obvious

talking obscurities
dreamin
imperfection
slippin
sideways

slurring lullabies,
whatnot,
we was there,
that's all that matters

atleast to me,
so we talked of suicide,
the best way to go,
the ocean
the sea,
the sky,
the lie



i'm over it.

sober, kid

dreamin up nonsenese
boiling it in salt,
sid,


whatever she said,
deny it.

whatever i offered,
buy it.

whatever the book said,
try it.


it's a dream now,
succomb.

it's real now,
feel

dumb.

04/19/2009

Author's Note: coooooooookie crisp.

Posted on 04/20/2009
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