if the protractor was broken...

Dec 11, 2006 12:24

I sit on the couch and
smoke a cigarette and
wonder why and
then I realize why and
then I sink further into it and
fall slicker and faster into it and
then I wake up at the bottom and

thinking subjectively about these thoughts
laughing at my own stupidity
growling at my own inanity
slipping further down the rope
reaping the thoughts as I choke
into the night and the fright
and the sight of my self
in the mirror

I know why
no one really
cares
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