Monday, December 1, 2008

Continued writings from the marsh on 10-10-02

Basking in the sun so long
Writing, writing, spewing
Getting up & riding my bike
Completely numb
From the continued warmth &
Deep gold that seeped
Into my brain
Through my lips & burnt lids
I'll taste it all at
Any moment & sporadically
Throw it away, on whims, on some
Accident of
My mind. & I'll still
Knowingly suffocate myself in this
Life of being. I'm scared to death, & I'm
Overwhelmed w/joy.

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