July 28, 2004

swimming through all the smoke and lies.
I’d hold this gun to your head and pull the
trigger if the words that tumbled from your
mouth made me mad.

A power of three.
Simple connection
through a complex concoction
of metal slivers
all shapened to a fine perfect point
edge
to split through the grey lines.

Let me out
I’m not screaming any more.

At you.

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