2009-08-13

thass whut


i would do while she was sleeping
slowly
winding and unwinding the strings
of her guitar
miles of wires
through all those nights

i just didn't make the grade
it seem
they want the
dude to like
them
wnr i6'e w
i eon o2 can now
temperature and respiration
boundaries
you took her word and
whut
found out later that she
lied

this sparse matrix of words
will evaporate to soon case

soak them in water or
milk first to soften

so this was it and i
missed it again even
you didn't want more
of that particular i

i can't sleep anymore
and food hurts
all i can think about
is you and
i think it is killing
me

but you're right
that doesn't really
matter

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