6.12.2009

note to self to seek sleep.

a person as pure as
numbers on a clock repeating
the human condition:
short-lived innocence.

take drugs. sleep easy.
breathe easy. between
brief facades/waves of dreams.

"i wish i were rich with god."
(i wonder what made the man in the
white suit appear on bedford to tell me
jesus loves me. how empty must my
stare appear.)

when i am warm, stoned, & surprised to see you.

read to you in bed: "i want to make you full again."

to strangle noise & find quiet.
rest against your neck.

(but to hold you softly in the safety of
my arms would have been too simple.)

i watch you leave.

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