silver ditch a triple lutz
to the umpteenth fuck
i'm sick of saving all i have
for ill-lighted bathroom squeakers
help me keep my tempts
in my brain.
did you see the eyes on that one?
what on earth
am I doing here?
the hammer ripped through the air and met
the head of the nail
as it pounded into the skull and
caused a fault line to spread round the
circumference of my face and the beauty
of remembering all this has got me wanting
artists.
big eyed
hip hugging artists
frail pale
and fully packed.

07/20/2009

Author's Note: 120-125

Posted on 07/21/2009
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