130666

October. 31. 2005


Yes.
As a matter of fact
I was productive today.

I kept my heart beating
And I kept filling my lungs with air.


I went for a walk
Down by the river
Where fear flows

And I saw you sitting on a rock

your long hair covering your face.

Lost
i put my hands onto your shoulders

touch is more ancient than
Words

You said.

In an age
Where
Iloveyou
Barely permeates brains and veins

I’d prefer a world
With mouths
Sewn shut

There would be less pain.

And love would still,

resonate loudly off of the canyon walls
into the soundproof sky.


I’m currently signaling
Out of the fast lane.

The speeders
Are all leading me

Nowhere.



My odometer reads 13 00 666.
Ive driven myself to superstition.