Jul 18, 2010

each off key
scaling spines
books backs
turned on me

computer screen
glow shows
large bug going
by my hand

too hot for a blanket night

light red
summer night sky
windowboxes dry
all to be seen why
is small right now
I don't know

need to get out of here
need to leave
need to shut the fuck up
with these poems all the time
need to this
need to that
need to shut the fuck up

digging myself deeper

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