Saturday, August 22, 2009

drunk when i wrote it, the words fell slowly off the page

i'm not sure if words are
  even amiable at this point
but i'll give it a go

i love you

can i even say this?
  i'm not too concerned
after you watch yesterday
stride slowly into the rear view mirror
and exhaustion settles in. you're ready for

a bit


of peace and quiet,
heavy eyelids, giraffe,
stop sign, fuck

and all this dirt on my sweater

1 comment:

homain said...

god damn, i'm all doom and gloom