Wednesday, May 26, 2010

Your Capacity

It's pretty clear all the lozenges
that once soothed the brain
the insertion of some medical oil
your little container of pills
in a promised place, say the rim
of a hoop in a gym with some load
punking the court into tips. That
breath you feel on your neck is the
next guy tragically reclined in your pathetic
quarters making faces at the gems. I'm all
for you and your capacity for horror.
No really, I am. I get it.

1 Comments:

Anonymous Anonymous said...

damn.

4:01 AM  

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