Wednesday, April 1, 2009
Pressed up against a
concrete wall: textures, consistency, solidity,
All is laid out in readable fashion
Empty papers and empty eyes make nothing.
Unsound through easy moments
Wrapping around facts,
There is pleasure in not knowing how a reaction will effect the way sheets are slept on
Washing off a section just for you
Pushing everything aside, the lock on the fence, the books on the table, the ideas in my head, the tongue in your mouth.
Tweak it, a little bit more
Twitches in visual terms
Literal terms
Sick of seeing.
So deep, leagues of depth watching a movie being pulled by a submarine
Zero effects, affect...
How?
Not inconsistency, but indecision.
Tried and convicted of eating the leftovers
Pulling hair for tin between teeth, a gagging reflex, you look away
Reconfirmation, reconfirmation.
A question and answer in one sentence
Get into the car, to go, to see you push the pedals
Please scan that item one more time
Many black rooms, with audio, and a human element
A woman jumped out of a window
Maybe I will be there for that
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