Sunday, January 16, 2005

free from the truth / slow lee the days get lighter

once again / words find them selves
flailing / they try to land / but can't






so the mind grows thick with

st.ill there are no answers

st.ill no thing is said


these are words best left behind

black eyed action / reaction
can not be changed / the past is the past

is the passing time / days are minutes in year time
so we fly though january / a minor / a major


stop in the middle / honest you won't feel a thing
press ing press up against / / short sighted emotion

you know the smell of me / white musk
body shop brand / makes me think of a girl i layed in bed with once

high / speed / a night spent in a punk rock flop house
on top of her boy friends bed / her name escapes me


some thing like donna / her name was some thing like that
her boy friend was so drunk / he pissed the bed





bits & pieces / remember all the humiliations
one @ a time / / heart shudders / shoulders droop
shake your head / you know @ some time you are bound to remember




full metal black out / how can you lose time like that
there is no answer / no one knows / there can be no answer















the bar smells like beer & stale smoke

musty memory / cold


good god / door slams open / who the fuk is there








there is no one there / room is empty / / @ night
she runs through an apopolyptic maze / try ing to hide
try ing to escape / running from / some thing


the some thing remains invisible / silent / won't be named
the real fear lies in the un known / fuck factor / smiles

broad faced / reassuring / the some thing makes her run run
don't be caught / who is chasing you / who do you run from





ah the pain of / wordee ness / / suddenly eyes burn















& the hunger sets in / one that can only be filled with
late night prowls to the fridge / piling on layers in the middle
of the night to go out side and smoke


he takes over her side of the bed & growls @ her when she tells him to move
over / his head leaves a wet stain on her pillow / she turns the pillow over



water runs throught the walls / up & then down again /
ode to third floor plumbing / i always know when you are away he says
he hears her flush the toilet // he hears her open & shut the door
pretends to sleep when she's not sleeping


ah games / pavlovs dog / trained to do a trick / to react / respond
if i wake up 10 times a night / / okay if i wake up 4 times a night
& go eat / like really eat in the night / / chicken // sugar / cheese
anything really / / cookies







so thought disolves in to night time
head weaves nods & bobs

belly begins to ache / body a twitch







she wonders when resolution will rise up
free from the truth



















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