sending you those messages

those things inside my head - call it poetry
haven't always been there,...















Sunday, October 16, 2011

felt y’ anger, yr’ pride,
throw up on me,
y’ grief’s, a lot,
package-deal,
heard about the rumors,
say you got laid,
- ever had,
what y' think of this mess?

how we got here?

that thing of yours,
long before we met,
your skin so grey as a dog,
shining through,
the old stuff, for god’s sake,
has fallen apart?

any little thing, vibration,
fluctuates, influences
has its impact, larger than,
even the tiniest thing,
can’t think or move or do
in your absence,
- confirm to that,
a word, and i‘ll catch it,
make no doctrine out of it,  
play with it, for free?

y' know something about freedom,
it’s all big huge lie, isn' it?   

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