Day: Oct 6, 2011
Somehow I doubt it [poem]
Did you find a measure of space in the kinks —
some ardent pasture where the stink of
untruthness doesn’t breathe its wasted
jinxed and messed-up methadone madness?
Somehow I doubt it
Can you see by the trail of slime in the wake
of the thousandth time you pulled the wool
over naive eyes that everything has
consequences even all your denying?
