Monday, October 30, 2006

writing working industry

the rapist by day trying to get it going
many years in preparation for a
brainy career

art tist by night in my room
smoking away
writing for days
poetry words and letter
to myself about god knows who
for the universe

guitar and pen
tools like friend
no time for a social life
or many of those ends

planning to contact these people again
but just to say hi
keep the lines open

but really doing other things not crazy to be

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