Handlebar existence
And life on the edge
Is worn to the nub
Put it down to experience
Your tired eyes can't
Reach to heaven
Bloody fingers
Like swarming red ants
(Clawing up from the abyss
And I'm sure you miss
The way the freezing rain
Always caught you in the eyes)
Friday, April 01, 2005
On being inside time
I lose myself inside today Rattling against walls Smooth unmarked unyeilding With the futility of An unwatched clock Today is much too vas...
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It must have been love That sort of thing Can't be mistaken For a lesser set of feelings It has a special hat And makes you welcome at p...
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She shares the blame For Adam's fall So secure, attractive Brilliant in a certain view The essence of Enlightenment I see her raise her ...
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I’m tired I’m tired of my heart giving out Whenever it gives in That things being the same Never makes a difference Of looking forwards to s...
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