coronary disfunction
2005-10-08 11:34 a.m.
what tragedy is this, that we entangled all our feelings, stretched out long and languid, nerve endings coming disconnected, and reaching, plants to the sun, green from the ground, to the great creator of our meaninggrab your dictionary child, before language leaves, and you are frightened, this is your last chance for expression, but you hands are feeling lazy and unsatisfied by their production
anti-climactic, all the troubles, that weighed upon our shoulders, taking notes on our reactions, if this is research, i am an angel, come to carry out my work and then forget it, return to safety
all that salvation that sang, high pitched verses, down your heart strings, now pumps and coils and bleeds, forcing hard nights
and swift endings.
and this how we'll be, we'll be remembered, for doing nothing.