Wednesday, February 11, 2009

Reminders and The Visage....

It got depleted so I had to go back. It's more this time, so it should move faster.
It's more this time, and greater and better, though in some ways it feels like going backwards.

I have to put it back, and let it grow, bigger than I let it grow before and then all of a sudden it was gone.
What else is it good for if you don't spend what you earn? You're hard earned trust turn into rust and pennies in the dust.

She was absent from the page today, but yesterday it was full blown visage. Today, it's one false word and immediate silence. Oh, the reminders of your semblage.
I am too used to the pattern, too knowledgeable about this routine. I can't go back, and no you can't come hither. Hitherto forward in my direction. Not so.

And the day was long and lonely in so many ways, and sadness and emptiness fills my soul. at the end of the day when I am all alone. And your screws loose everywhere. And your mind a cannon not here, but there.

And laughter from the other room I swear. I don't believe it's all that happy in there. But I could be wrong, and I know I'm sad, but I think of the other empty rooms with sadness within the walls, it's a tragedy of the human condition, this I know, and still yet I feel naked.

There are days like these when I write in riddles, and I solve the puzzles and I wanna eat hamburgers and sweaters and heaters and meters. There are days like these when I just wanna slit my wrist so I can feel something, slit my belly so I can feel some pain, fill it up with grease and shame. There are days like this when I am tired of playing your game.

So, I try to do these things that will hopefully join us together, but it won't, cuz you won't and whatever, I don't care. I won't bother you anymore. This time I swear.

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