Saturday, March 12, 2011

Out of reach

- I -

To deal

with the dullness of it all

to drag your ass through

the death of the city

day in

day out

paranoid

lonesome

toothless

wolf



- II -

Kastrated

intoxicated


The heart

still beats

hiding in the chest

not much to do

with a heart

living amongst

the dead

breath in

breath out



- III -

Two bottles

of wine

please



- IV -

Young mothers

have invaded town

is there anything

worse

anything

uglier

dumber

than young mothers

their well fed kids

and the spineless snails

they call their men



- V -

So happy

they seem

in love

with themselves

and their glorious

schedule

eat

shit

work

eat

sleep

eat

shit

work

eat

sleep

eat

shit

weekend

blah

blah

sleep



- VI -

Don't you see the sun?

the moon and the stars?

Yes

I do

sometimes

when the wind blows

the clouds away

the sad thing is

I can't reach them

from here

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