Monday, August 22, 2005

weasel pot pie

that one guy had a thought
and i stole it.

i steal it all. intellectual
property rights free for all

steal from me.

without property
there can be no thieves.


is that true?



ah i miss you.
stolen heart, stolen youth.
how do you put up with mes?

i try to not say the things
i'm scared of. we know
that story.

i think i run to you when she
begins to fracture me again.

drain. like a slammed novel.

i'm so undone by this.
all of it. losting her
losting you
moving
lost


without you.
her, it's time.