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left: Colossians 2:2
right: Colossians 1:13

shell

the most interesting part of my life right now..

rabbit trails

Every day is a new way to chase rabbit trails
New places to sleep so the old ones
Don’t remember me.
I can be clever,
Pull the wool over my own eyes
[there’s two of them]
Us. Two of us.
Like I can dinner dish her all my blame
Keep this one clean,
Keep this one sane.
But I’m quickly running out of hiding places,
She’s catching up like a rolling wave.
And no matter how many hours
I white-wash these walls,
Like clockwork I wake up to a newly painted room
In whatever colour she happens to choose.
I’m tired of tripping on
Falsehoods of free
So give me an excuse and a weapon to wield
Rage against the Villain in me.

4/29/2008

I'll find something better to put here,

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click tap tap
wake up, what's that?
oh self, why are we in this blinding place?
in this blinding room with our chest so sore
and our organs heaving themselves at the
patterns of yellow and gray on the floor.
come, collect yourself, to bed
i drag the body back to her room
and prop her up where she might see the window
a glimpse at the moon
so gently, now
whats all this,
with your skin too tight and
your aching ribs?
you can tell me, self, if you know.
but she doesnt think, so she doesnt know, and
i cant make her be where i cant think to go
so i crawl back to sleep, and I cringe when she moans
and I'll never wake up from this