Dec 11, 2004 23:03
the room smells of men
ripe with saturday night
wearing sex
like sweat
sauntering through the corridor
of adulthood
the steady flow
of words
mix
like a drink
the pungent scent of style by
one who has yet to
wear the 9 to 5
who can still match shoes and
a crewneck to
ideals
talking about nothing
as if its everything
and between the words
i wonder why
i am privy to
this conversation.
M. Kuhns
i have commandeered this journal for the time being. i would apologize if i thought i was sorry.