They were both written as a poetry exercise about a year ago… thought I’d post them online.
.002
May 31, 2008 – 9:15 pm
here we are … smaller than ever…
… barely breathing…
broken?
why…is that even a choice?
it doesn’t sound right
not this time…
[a q-tip? who needs that…]
.001
May 31, 2008 – 9:13 pm
i spend…
my life trying to
BE ALL
that i can BE
but what | thanks | do i get…
….an empty buzz from the other end of a telephone…a slap from the whip of the barbers unforgiving scissors as they chop off my locks of legacy…
without a whim… I …am dead…
i breathe… there is water
