did you know
that i've been so old?

i watched it happen. i made it happen.

i've seen the moon grow sick of looking for her yellow;
digging into my liver,
digging into my brains,
dragging her claws through my petechiae speckled flesh.

even when my veins tremble, snap
and spurt from my face,
i can't fill her craters with me,
because i've been so old.
older than you'll ever know.

10/28/2009

Posted on 10/29/2009
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