Thursday, January 10, 2013

1:34

stream of no sleep
chilled arms
elephant hands
scratch my skin
and turn and turn and turn
sing the saddest modest mouse
song i know then bruce
springsteen
then some other sad song
regretting that third
cup of coffee
tasting the 4th
too tired to work
too wired to sleep
numbers bills
numb hearse pills
nummer spills
num
nu
m
ugh
now why
why
did you
nevermind
but it did
hurt
i create the possibility
of not caring
and stuffing
my feelings
like thanksgiving
so much
to say
but don't ruin
the damn dinner
there's enough
salt on this table
go
to
sleep
go
back
to
sleep
like
maynard
told me to

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