Friday, July 06, 2007

I Slit My Brains

The house has almost finished
___painting me on the inside
___and good, because I have lost all skills
___to live in the forest
______Nothing grows in me now
A rare thing walks into sight,
___the tin him that in truth
___much respects you.
___Given a siphon to lower the smoke,
______he grows bored with my confessions:
______Nothing grows in me now

I'm not invited to the wedding
___That neither fails me, nor do I deserve it
___It's just knowledge I manage,
______a brilliant product,
______a week of concerns never boxed, sent, presented
A good day is decided at high levels,
___designed in the absence of thought,
______bequeathed in ignorance
The trees close ranks
___Nothing grows in me now.

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