2010-05-04

black bag






i have a black bag
in it i keep
a lipstick and
the dildo you left
on the floor
next to my bed
on that June day
before the planned

trans-national expedition

i have a black bag here
and in it i keep some things
it's full to overflowing
memory of you

it was a disaster, of course

they had us surrounded with
death and ash - I was fighting
for something i'm very very
sure of
you know
you

and some others, of course

i'm not the psychoactive you
are afraid i might be
the one you need

i don't trust you
and you don't respect that
i guess you just haven't been
down quite that far to get it

we're scavengers, of course

you seem to think that's a joke
and you never would say a few of
the more important things that
someone in the position you claim
would certainly have communicated

you are a death trap all naive
in your glorious regalia

i have a black bag

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