Thursday, March 30, 2006

Un-haven

Maybe we've got a place.
With the element of desire
There is nothing barred,
Nothing whole.
(To help the path end)
Maybe with this rejection,
Determined resignation,
Maybe with a small smile
Can we change what comes
Pass on the responsibility
Pass on with the secret:
Maybe we've got a place...


With realisation comes the responsibility of repression

Tuesday, March 28, 2006

Stand

strangleation and a million tiny voices with sharp swords in their back pockets. empty cartons of milk scattered in the hall with the rest of the white trash. fancy magpies, if only i had a shotgun. if only i had a sense of reality so i could destroy the sickness that lives in me and rise against the night, back to the way things were, even if death should follow. strafe, spin, twist, inhale the powder. i can write it but when i speak it's like the world ends. over and over and over and over and over...

Tuesday, March 07, 2006

riveting. a baby cries in the night. and i am alone to listen. what do you want from me? what do you want me to do? play the game and win, stupid. that's all.
 
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