ghostly wailing
syncopated -
i still love you
i am not dead; never was
dark spaces and dark noise static
fill the empty
ringing like a pained (struck with fork) glass
like i said

i keep to myself mostly
when it comes to truth in accomplishment
it's so arrogantly modest,
anger rises through me but after all it IS me
and so i never know what to say

tongue tied, stutter, skip,

and the wires move back and forth;

oscillate, vibrate, suspend and diminish
into desuetude.

10/17/2006

Posted on 10/18/2006
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