November 26, 2005

slipping slices of slim sanity
down dingy drainage pipes,
the system strays farther than any
wanderlust.
Lost and traversing
through broken conversations,
foreign concepts.
I can’t be needed by you,
And I don’t need to be needed by you
flick the lighter
and toss the ciggarett
slalom ski tracks trace salty tears
naked cheeks
against nerveless wind,
winding towards the oblivion where each
scar comes screaming back, scrawling
messages and scaring the children.
Believe
beLIeVE
BEliEve
beLIEve
beliEVE
.
three seven and nine
your tattoo is on the wrong side
your hand should be on my face
and your eyes should be closed.