January 2011
48 posts
or maybe i just really need a shrink.
if only all the snow in the arb would melt
and i can pass the smoke between you and me
and me and you
and we can smile under the stars again
i would give anything for that to happen right now.
“Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake
and dress them...”
– Richard Siken
“could you come a little closer? slide that way you slide, so shy, wanting mouth...”
– Fu-zu Jen, 7.13.99
i like you again.
i see you in technicolour
to everyone else
you’re just another face in the crowd
quite messed up in the head, quite messed up in the end.
taking sips to take the edge off.
