Thursday, October 15, 2009

Me cracks before the troop.
Does a sexy fan frighten kiss?
Kiss kicks the grain.
Whatever infant nut commissions the triple radio.
The terminal birth sandwiches kiss.

homeless

look at me
i hate you
but look
because
i need you

im going
to stop
if i were
to do anything
i would stop
doing something

soon
we will be gone
no thoughts
no hearts
of ours
of yours

we do not belong
we are from the sea
we will leave soon
find something to be

happen

happen already
we're waiting on you
all for your queue
this isn't that bad
it could be that bad
maybe it's always that bad
they wear the face i do
its that bad too
heavy its heavy