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anything you want. |
day after day after day after. |
still as my heart on hold my hand me the glass disappears. |
dreams should not be sleeping while nightmares lie awake. |
after the rope has slipped our grasp... what now brown cow? |
cant wipe that face off of the mirror. |
one in a million means nothing to one. |
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this paper is made of things to come. |
and that is not an hourglass pontius |
and if i should wake before i die... |
a fever at half past sanity. sanity. |
lOST myself. went to the mirror and all i saw was the reflection of the door behind where my face should have been |
trade my stripes. |
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the singular illness, a skip of the tape. |
inclined to decline. |
you are still here, gratis. |
obsessive fixation fixative obsession obscene compulsion compulsive obsession |
hot coals. sticky feet. |
open the wall. bang your head against the door. |
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our faces burn. |
fear of closure of fear. |
it will never come clean. |
purge. purge. purge. purge... purge. |
faces to the wall. |
the spindle is no longer. |
jesus, won't you come. |
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stop counting, oh the numbers. |
tired act of mercy. |
afoolaloof |
dissolution of solutions. |
we won't let it be over. |
decisions, decisions. |
surely i jest. |
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fasciculations. tomorrow. beginning. celebration. business. covered. etiquette. forthcoming. illusions. dubious. everything. eighty. |
the grasp exceeded the reach. |
almost over. |
cant touch things without ruining them |
sometimes everything is not enough |
all the thoughts in my head have lost their mind |
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of all the times to let me down. |
window pains |
here's to tomorrow. |
and here we have the conclusion. |
wont slow down. why all the spinning? it wont slow. |
standing asleep, falling awake. |
what does this mean? |