Saturday, August 4, 2007

enough of talking or: someone else always says it better...

plant MAGIC dust

  expect hope doubt

(wonder mistrust)

despair

and right

where soulless our

(with all their minds)

eyes blindly stare

life herSelf stands
            -e e cummings


And with that, I'm all talked out. I'm all sobbed out.
I'm all heaving in a paper bag, between cigarettes and
gulps of diet cola, blurry visioned, want to barf-ed out.
We're on the bus of life, and this is my stop.

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