Sunday, August 17, 2008

futility of a guilty conscience.

forget it. who needs to sleep? i'll just type these up. and because im feeling a little guilty ill throw in some old ones too. (hopefully not too boring...)

starcrossed lovers

store bought bones
makeshift souls
after all these reparis
you are still alone?
plastic and silicon
titanium and steel
kryptonic skin
that cannot peel
O you
masterpeice of the modern age
Michaelangelo's David
jettisoned into space
in your unbreakable cage
i am the disembodied voice
the echo in this air
your faraway observer
who notes that life
is still not fair
after all of this
you are still alone?

i stand in my unbreakable cage
watching you drift away

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