Friday, September 18, 2009

Hurt Feelings

Intuition against action I
haven't done a thing you think
I'm grown in stages, alone firm come
over I miss you why. Is there
an is in this? Business, we've lived
together basically
been and heard
a bed behind the curtain, have
your hair on my apricot shirt
studying garments cruise ship
shirts, help you tend
my solipsistic infected leg in
cyst I can't stop caring, cried
in the car to the park
this morning, can't call you
alone in the bed I'm sorry.
Fuck you you said don't talk
again. Hung there in my room
owl thread night, is all in is all in
a room.

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