Tuesday, March 08, 2005

[deletia]*

tick, tick, tick ...

times new roman.

the mouth:
a carcass
for the words
and worms
that come out
of you

times new roman,
what the fuck are you?

new roman times.

#@*% !
now look what you've done.
the blood on my lips ...
how is it that
it tastes like your tongue?

are you the ink and brush ...
for my voice ?
for my thoughts ?
for hope ?

no, you are not made out of love.

all you are ... is a backdrop.
all you are ... is a default.
all you are ... is a second-rate god

lost in language.

but, why won't you let me describe you?
why don't i know what came before you?
why can't i escape you?

wait.
what are you ...
wait, give me one more try ...
just one more tr-
one more tr-
tr-
t-

tick, tick, tick.
times up.



* As much as I would like to take the credit for such a wonderful word, I borrowed it from Douglas Coupland (Microserfs), meaning "everything that has been lost".


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