21.6.09

poetry from May of this year

UNTITLED - Josh (27. 05. 2009)


i talk in my sleep, shiver n sweat
i wake to a gunshot inside my head

my face is pale, i'm barely there
i sink to the floor in my underwear

crawl into the shower,
and run it on hot
all that i was and all that i'm not

i paint the walls with the blood of my man
i don't do enough but i do what i can

it seemed to be how it was written
horror scenes and indecision

can't avoid the rule or notion
our lives run on perpetual motion.

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