your eyes
cannot lie—
cannot pretend
that which be not,
that which be naught.

silence is that
which cannot be said,
which needn't be said.
why waste our
precious oxygen
on superfluous guttural
utterances?

the room is dark,
the moon is not.
Billie croons out at us,
her voice croaking with
cigs and sad.

“i got somethin' for you,
baby,”
Billie says.
“i got tons of forever
times the scientific notation
of tender infinity.
for you.
baby.”

Mmmbop.






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10/17/2011

Posted on 10/17/2011
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