Saturday, February 18, 2006

these distractions
guess they’re what’s
to keep arms empty
just long enough
to get drunk
and forget

and I can’t write to save my life
so tonight I burn

shit unseen
haunts ones dreams
just like a tease
or a tear
on the cheek
of a friend

and I’m so allergic to my work
so tonight I burn

it’s been made clear
we’re all adults here
but in fear
of which way to steer
ones self

and I’m sane without her and all the fur
so tonight I burn

time crawled
like a feathers fall
and traffic stalled
amongst it all
before eyes

and I’ve filled this plate so full of fate
so tonight I burn

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