the overly involved rummaging
through deep dish
through deep dish
emotional baggage that
may or may not eliminate
may or may not eliminate
the next couple of weeks
into a blurry haze of
into a blurry haze of
shoulda, coulda, wouldas..
the sombre thoughts of maybes that seem
to be piling up under the leaky window,
the disconnected telephone making long
distances calls to your guts that are filled
with butterflies and lightening.
optical preservation
of things you saw in fashion optical preservation
magazines getting distorted
by things you've seen on the news and why
shouldn't we be able to
walk home alone at night..
walk home alone at night..
turn the lamp on it's side for a
different perspective,
different perspective,
having a conversation that
doesn't come back to fornication..
doesn't come back to fornication..
and when was the last time you
addressed an envelope with good news..
finish off the bottle, addressed an envelope with good news..
i don't care what the reason is anymore.
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