Monday, March 17, 2008


Too tired to talk or care stare out black window cant see reflection 
      remember another state and time everything was simple
Lost and regained then discarded bonded to each others 
essence, black bottom utensils, ice water rush not the real thing
Everything a lie or just sensation               desperation
       Couldn't bring myself to ask                  answer would have broken me
Sin
Money 
Death tattooed over scar tissue      ink spread so deep became truth

Texas could have
 saved                    consumed            or                        surrendered  

One chewed up                              One  regurgitated            one left behind 


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