Mar 01, 2005 03:00
i am tired and you are touching me touching me touching me
already i am zombied out and ridiculous
pale cold somnambulant pariah
curlicued
certainly soon i will put a pill on my tongue and lay down to sleep
how likely to be sooner or later
its already tomorrow here
supposedly
skimming over skin with nails like kittens loving puddled milk
bracelets renew my hopeless faith in
oddly lovely things like
wrists
numb and hot like a short circuited overly used real life dream
here is where and there and the hows
all make no sense
anymore
signing off for this evening since its obvious that i'm completely spent
intrigued me like a light halo in the mirror
fuzzy white edges made
blurry
you are reminiscent in my green hued consolation i guess
dear
poems