I feel abstract.
I sit on a tack.
She’s got a nice rack.
You don’t know Jack.
I have no tact.
Where’s my fact?
I wanna get sacked.

I hate rhyme.
I love lime.
I live on the dark side of the moon.

and my world is really really dizzy right now.

An axe.
An ox.
Where is a weapon when you need one?
I have my rights! Where is my gun?
Are you lost, little girl? God has the way!
Don’t hog the remote!
Pizza’s here.
Somebody pass me a beer.
Where is my humility?
Have I no shame to offer up this as my sacrifice!
Heed well, young Shepard. Your word many never count.
Not my baby – it’s anything but my baby.
the clock ticks, and ticks… and ticks.


Time.
I get lost in it.
Standing in a room, no ceiling. No walls, blackness.
A wind begins to breeze around me, but every time I try to move,
I am forbidden.
straps bind me

one. oh, one. the only way is one.


my head hurts.
I’m going to bed.
Maybe.

04/21/2012

Posted on 04/22/2012
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