Jul 18, 2010

sick of it

laughter on the outsides of embrace
around me
the newest notion
that I need to leave
hits me for the first time

I lay down
zoom in my blurred
cheek and nosetip

on the thudworn

detail this moment:
write about it
like this

too old and need to not
waste four years
to anywhere

no place is going to be me
it hits me now
writing this:
my arrogance
for the first time

my enemies face me
age strikes my neck first
I hold arrogance off
for a while but
I'm pinned
and sick of it

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