back to those all-nighters
but i somehow find myself here. rereading. is it possible i'm moving backwards? is what i am attempting to do; more than, letting go of past regulations? is it more of a disregard for that which expels copious amounts of personal restrain and energy? and myself, am i better for it? obviously not.
is a dirty floor really the answer? they seem to be all around me these days. out at the bar, surrounding my bed, in between the couch and the kitchen at that party. the sidewalk walking home, the library, the street corner with the crack whore who offered me company, in bathroom stalls, at work..
from now on i only want clean. i am done with dirty. i am done with distractions. i am well done. overdone. and dirty.
that reminds me of something. it's a repeat but it's my favorite. so it deserves it.
dirty delicates
on the floor
of your mind.
let me hand wash
and hang-to-dry
on one condition.
say you’ll be mine..
it exemplifies how i'm digressing. no, descending.
how am i suppose to expect that i could ever take on your laundry, anymore? these days i can barely keep up on my own underwear. just take a look at the piles in my bedroom.
i sense some rebuilding. as sucky as it sounds.
more manual labor. and my shoulders have been killing me since last week.
nathan.
is a dirty floor really the answer? they seem to be all around me these days. out at the bar, surrounding my bed, in between the couch and the kitchen at that party. the sidewalk walking home, the library, the street corner with the crack whore who offered me company, in bathroom stalls, at work..
from now on i only want clean. i am done with dirty. i am done with distractions. i am well done. overdone. and dirty.
that reminds me of something. it's a repeat but it's my favorite. so it deserves it.
dirty delicates
on the floor
of your mind.
let me hand wash
and hang-to-dry
on one condition.
say you’ll be mine..
it exemplifies how i'm digressing. no, descending.
how am i suppose to expect that i could ever take on your laundry, anymore? these days i can barely keep up on my own underwear. just take a look at the piles in my bedroom.
i sense some rebuilding. as sucky as it sounds.
more manual labor. and my shoulders have been killing me since last week.
nathan.