Monday, July 6, 2009


the line follows me to the bathroom
like smoke reversing into a flame
i don't usually hang out in quarters of such disdain
but i like to watch

watch the dirty boys filter in
hover over stools of hollow buckets
smeared with the mud and the shit of others
you see their fate unroll

you see their destiny unfold
as if to make the night rush faster
you purge your sins of late
but nothing in this world will cause you more hate

i find myself numb at the sound of your gut
for in your pain - i enjoy the silence
your familiar face
that heart-wrenching rush.

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