Thursday, July 26, 2007

glass wall separates penetrate
screaming shards fall wailing
crutched munched my mind's eye
can't fly with stumps
lumps lacerated pass the grated
ruins of my youth the truth
is only what appears
vermouth holds my tears
it's clear purpose usurp
us, our wills, thrills, and fears
our car lent out and bent up
beat in and twisted, whistled
wonderwall under the hallway
they all say it's just a phase
they all say just wait, wait
smoke away the hate
gaze past the gate

lobotomy, my feet won't talk to me

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