Monday, September 22, 2008

i'm not (going) crazy

submerged in our new tub by fog water
swearing it doesnt exist as it floats by
wrinkled hands at my crystal eyelashes
tracing the paths to the spout
squinting...straning to see its origins
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  1. J. W. WargoOctober 1, 2008 at 8:11 PM

    The lunch was unremarkable, as are most lunches in this boy's world.

    You called and left a message that was recorded as several seconds of silence.

    What the fuck is up? You are well and all those pleasantries?

    I think I shall write you an e-mail when the mood hits me write.

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