Sunday, October 10, 2010

I Went For An American And I Got A Brazilian Wax



Know
matters have to know

want to have a bench that can step

lay a bed and a lap that can embrace
neither heaven nor earth nor love may
hell
not hurt and now you're going, where
anger may tell you the distance

walking everywhere is a resounding failure as
my ego shattered so many bad decisions I made

if not I
as I have not loved
I ask, the answer

resounds in the silence of those who no longer
and the list becomes infinite in the pamphlet

whom will disappear again.