i remember a while ago
my mind filled with nothing
that list of life that goes on & on
you were @ the top of the list
the middle & the bottom
you were all the items scratched out in broken
ball point pen / shaken every other word
i am surrounded by the confusion /
(self in flicted)
[wound] of my life
the mess constant / almost comforting / predictable
the maliase of mother hood (sometime tied tight across
the neck / /
giant machines that crush things /chew things up
things like cars / washing machines / scraps from demo'ed buildings
ah the under tow of recycling
not really sure i'm going any where with this @ all
mid nite ramblings to be sure / i'm not sure
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