magic is something that squeezes the life out of me

Mar 14, 2008 00:46

i cringe at the gesture
absorb the blow
i am stuck in an airport
sleeping, talking
talking, sleeping
whiskey
turn the trance on again
dilute the viens
bury the violence
my heart bangs out a beat
i am somewhere
take the crucifix to my lips
i am still new to this.

i am horny
sweat, dirt, detached
i lay on my back
and let the light irrate my eyes
a swift glance
and then another
i know.
you know.
can i commit to meeting you in person
my imagination runs all over the spectrum of possibilities
i feel
thats the end of it all
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