i've been looking in photographs
endlessly searching
for a face

i feel all gone inside

bumping around thanatopsis street
eating interactions, excreting false extremes

and i've found a picture now
it's from the 1930's
a man, grave and expressionless
in front of a corner market

but his eyes are me, weeping
i see it reflected, myself now
depicted in old hollow sepia

sifting through the tones, now just
absent minded, keeping busy with papers

i again feel fencible
like before, hiding in acumen, feeling crowded
anything but alone, pristine, not-ever-good-enough
for who should matter to me now

only do i feel so adequate
in the midst of those who i can
fearlessly idolize, calculated but
stupid stupid stupid
that's why i searched
that's what i found

i am only layered

10/05/2006

Author's Note: Haven't written in a while but I need to.

Posted on 10/06/2006
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