coward

Posted on | July 15, 2008 | No Comments

headaches, and a
sleepy insomnia,bring
a screen of red,in front of
the eyes,tired eyelids
droop but cannot
sleep.stiitng in classrooms,
business discussions with
thoughts of perdition-
i think of cheap hotels and
dirty,muddy coffee,and
spectral shapes of
cigarette smoke in dark rooms;
shouting neon signs,
too loud in the
scared night;and subdued
junkies.the high of
grass in a dirty bed
with semen stained sheets
and floating in streets with
pleasure sellers-

soul merchandise,i think of
loneliness,despair-
and the sickly crunch of
the truck running me over.
i think of
freedom at last…

P.S. partly influenced by a lot of pink floyd and the eagles and the doors and a lot of boredom in class and a lot of disenchantment…

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