Tuesday, November 22, 2005

ho hum

Such a funk
yearning for the quick fix

gather the tools beside you
the entry is here

are you feeling entitled?
worst worn suit
feels tacky like gaffers tape

be real for this is the ONE only short
nothing excapes

new youth feels like glory
stuck upon the holes of might
just like hot irons
soothing the skin

break the water under peals of steam and laughter
keep it real

are you going into night again
seeking the feeling?

looking for the light and hoping

blind luck wins out again
when you wake upon
the shoulders of defeat
it shines like crystal

is the desire trustworthy?
is the line anew?
are there spiders in my coffee?
is there enough room to lie down?

do you have the courage to lose?

-bk

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