Sunday, October 11, 2009

Nearly Constantly Misguided or A Flawed Perspective

Halting the ark,
when you fuse my sadness with lips,
touch hands with fingertips
and pray that mother don't succumb

Halting the ark, the arched back
upon my mattress sends shivers through my spine
and I, I, fuck with dispassion and furious strength
all at once

Halting the ark because I'm drunk and I need to vomit,
the world spins against itself, orbitally clockwise
while the liquor spins counter-
this truth is cruel

Where are you tonight?
Why have these four years been so wrong?
Because I am not pathetic I've been strong.

But strength misguided faults everything.

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