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your eyes slit these wrists and kill me so much better
than i ever did
knowing life is a scab, a crusty, bloody seal of a wound. and wanting so much to pick at.
Sad Poems
by the alcoholic poet.
01-19-05 wednesday 9:56pm
turn me over. i'm an engine. fill me with gasoline, crank and i will purr again.
no tomorrow in my face like so many tv commercials. hawking things i don't want. or can't afford.
just the day at its knees. death imminent. praying for salvation to deaf gods and blind men.
i'll never know what you do. or who you are. all i've ever known is myself. how i refract when shone through someone else's heart.
the colors inside dividing and finding how light. how dark.
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sometimes
i think it would be nice to be fragile. then maybe once in a while someone would
be gentle
i feel so lost, especially when the sun shines, that
it accentuates how dark, how dark is my life.