juvenile, yes, and then some.
2005-08-15 5:04 p.m.
i'm not quite clean, anymoreand the spots where i
reminded my flesh of its master
have become soft welps, bruising
at the edges
poetry exists, but
only in presentation
half assed, i spent the day
crawling around courtrooms
and if you want to talk about frustrations, i have
amassed
a new and strange amount of problems
with the past
coming back to smile over me
in phone calls and letters
and the girl across the street
when i think about you
confessing secrets to her
sprawled out under her covers
i shouldn't be here anymore
shouldn't be mentioning my name
shouldn't be showing my poor face
but i'm pretending
i'm pretending i'm okay.