thought #65

It's Wednesday night

she's sleeping in the other

room. upset. no right to be, she partook

in the violence

in the violation

in explosions of our happiness. unhappy

it's been 6 years, now

and then - when we were younger, she was different

then.

if i cared, would it be dangerous?

what would happen if you lied?

i cared

secretly, big fucking secret.

i'm still trying to figure out what happened

this

is when i should write something sharp a

thought or two about trees and shit, with

rhythm

i'm looking at this mostly white computer screen and all i see is

will i forget? if i make new friends….it's

too late for that isn't it

there's a pink light blinking on top of a building

i think it's a rallying point for every moron a

reference point.

maybe if i put a pink light in my ass-

hole.

Vulgarity again.

words of no importance

because what the rest of you are saying is.

Sarcastic, another form

of humour

last refuge of the bored.

title this.

don't, don't you want me?

no, no i don't.

maybe with one of those titles that starts with

why

or how

sarcasm again.

so you can tell me how it works

and i

can find out.

in my ass again

cock

tits.

now that's poetry!

i'm insecure, can you tell?

i think it's obvious

i mean you've got to see that

you do?

yeah figures, so here it goes: the trees

are beautiful

beautiful.

that wasn't as sarcastic as you thought.

words

draw outlines of thoughts

in a mind. if i

drew this, it

would look like

trees.

two that look the same, touching.

god.

if my brain melts

will you be there

or is my ass

going to become a

brain

inserted.

question mark

my Wednesday nights are not what they used to be.