Monday, November 30, 2009

rush hour


lost light
nonsensical timing
and the cat
keeps rubbing
on my life
there is nothing
but everything
I'm trying to
hide
and there is
everything
but the nothing
I crave
its like taking
a turn
but cutting in
to a line
that wasn't there
I think if I know
I'll be fine
but its a lie
I do that
to myself
oh white on rice
my stop and go life
chaos
until its dark again
dime
and
out

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