Friday, November 5, 2010


buried deep in sleeplessness
a lost cause
wandering around
in lust and
sic(kly) spoken attributes

i ache in my dreams
where death
stumbles drunkenly
in dreams of you

but you'll never know.

it's already too late.

too late to remember
that the wells
are too deep to forget

upon disfigurement
the color of want
turns to ware,
and we are -again-
reaching for the throat.

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