Saturday, December 04, 2010

patron saint of day dreams

black and white striped
counterweight boom gates
these moods dont swing
quite as much as this
conscious -ness
lying on the
border
between
states of
intoxication
and caffienation

will you count the number of rings,
brown,
on this table,
like chalk crosses
on the wall of a prison cell?

i cant pretend to empathise

they probably dont get as much sleep as I do.

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