Thursday, February 26, 2009


Wrote a poem to a real person tonight,
so my circuits are overloaded with reality.

Just going through the motions here...
yada, yada, lying in bed with 
your lover:  it was too good for her to care
that you're smoking a cigarette, and you're
only slightly aware you're smoking.

It's the gift that keeps on giving, as long
as it lasts...
When she notices my socks on the floor,
I'm on the next airplane.


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