Thursday, January 15, 2004
My eyes are burning, and I have gotten zero sleep in the past week.
Hello, how are you? Dieing.
How was your day? Fleeing.
Shall we begin? Anytime.
I walked. She talked. I thought about the boy on the corner. He smiled. I frowned. This happened often. He sat there cross legged. He sat there waiting, never twitching. This happened often. So where was I? Oh yes, she was talking. Talking, rapidly though. Always talking rapidly. Lips pulsating. Vomit smelling breath. A result of a hang over from the night before I assumed. They caressed her hair while her secrets were revealed. Crusting over. He fetched her heart from the toilet bowl. He tried to put it back in, but the stitching was crooked. It's a shame really, her left arm is now numb. She departed on 5th Street, her feet never touching the snow. Never left a trail. I cannot find her now. I continued down the white cotton stained field of dreams. Gasoline streaks swept over my white sneakers. A poisoned rainbow. I finally gave into his feverishly dampened smile. He soon wilted afterwards. Diseased and wretched, won't somebody love me? Whatever happened to the floating numbness that departed on 5th street? I miss her vomit smelling breath. This happened often.
Hello, how are you? Dieing.
How was your day? Fleeing.
Shall we begin? Anytime.
I walked. She talked. I thought about the boy on the corner. He smiled. I frowned. This happened often. He sat there cross legged. He sat there waiting, never twitching. This happened often. So where was I? Oh yes, she was talking. Talking, rapidly though. Always talking rapidly. Lips pulsating. Vomit smelling breath. A result of a hang over from the night before I assumed. They caressed her hair while her secrets were revealed. Crusting over. He fetched her heart from the toilet bowl. He tried to put it back in, but the stitching was crooked. It's a shame really, her left arm is now numb. She departed on 5th Street, her feet never touching the snow. Never left a trail. I cannot find her now. I continued down the white cotton stained field of dreams. Gasoline streaks swept over my white sneakers. A poisoned rainbow. I finally gave into his feverishly dampened smile. He soon wilted afterwards. Diseased and wretched, won't somebody love me? Whatever happened to the floating numbness that departed on 5th street? I miss her vomit smelling breath. This happened often.
