Something for Matt (to think about)

[stoptouchingme]

The ones employed watched
the clock, tick, til two
slow, languid strokes.
Its glib jaw grinding, even
this passive glare in the face
intimating an intricate contention;
that it, too, must work
each day, then it dies.

Comments

[anonymous]

that a badass piece, man.

i did just write out a piece and tried to post it, but lost it as i was checking emails something had popped up into the internet browser, me instinct was to close the window. of course i did and the piece i had written was lost forever.

le sigh. just one of those lost pieces i guess. what a shame i enjoyed it more than just about anything else i've tried to write lately.

anyway, here's a snippet from my notepad.
___________________________________________________________________

a doubtful laguh
a tired laugh
an empty laugh
a laugh that doesn't work for you like it used to
a laugh from you say to me, "why can't i be laughed with?"

[stoptouchingme]

oh man how sad. i like it, but its dark. hows the fucking ocean brother?

[dbittey]

you know you know. cold, dark, depressing, and lonely

will you ever check this again?

[dbittey]

cause i'm at the end of my match
and my fingers are starting to burn