Monday, October 17, 2011

the walls are transparent either way

living upstairs means you have
to walk past a bunch of people
to get back on the ground.
means you have to say things
the same old things
everyday. i despise everyday
i just want days.

    hellohowareyou
    ohyouknow, fine
    ki'mleavingnow
door crunch closed
forget to lock the door or maybe
you did and it doesn't matter anyway
because someone probably needs
to steal all that useless shit
before i make something dangerous with it.
or worse, if i ever make anything
that sounds good i don't
know what i'll do with myself.

today is a good day to jump off the roof.
i don't know why we don't do it more often
the crackle of kneecaps and broken footbones
better than speaking.

the shower is on. i'll run out now.
forget my eyes.
i become invisible
when i can't see








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