Tuesday, June 1, 2010

Mary, Quite Contrary

Without you

Im so sharp

And nauseous

Sick to fear of lucid cupid crack

Fasting

Without you

Im fasting

Feasting

on my mind of another dream

Parallel in thought,in time, in place

Parallel in space

This humming

numbing shitstorm thats my face

the part between my ears

30 years coming

That inevitable unnerving humming

Without you

I call for sleep

There is no numbness to this slumber

Without you I wonder

How would this be?

A life with just you and me?

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