mental kleptomania
By aiwaz
"not exactly clear" i lied i had uncovered a clue and pursued relentlessly. "naturaly" the colonol said with his eyes he drew his chair up condesendingly and touched his letters with a closed fountain pen ends promising write, telephone send in yr names in runes names like corpses pile on top of eachother in drawers pack and stack with no regard to peril weight or motion lie in boxes like files photocopies lie like another heap of paper that totters daringly on this coffee stained desk in this dimly lit office on this gloomy floor of the building of my mind. lies overflow the ashtray smoke shadow swirls this empty bourbon bottle that remains of my conscience, a vessel about to break, a message in an ocean. "we have a man but hes not who we wanted him to be." to come to this dream poison currents change like parody of our good saints diabolical three lives smeared squeezed into a ball that i chew like bubblegum and blow into rude balloons of dreams from which i wake if wake i ever do and know nothing as though erased by the morning mirror gaze that reminds half of you of something but damned if all of you will ever remember. Written February 6th, 2002 © on Feb 06 2002 07:10 AM PST 0 • 10
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