5 minute poem

it takes a lot out of you
well me
to face up to reality
let dreams run the gamut
only when i sleep.

but you know, it's only hope
that toxinated by product

i'd like an emotional neutron bomb
where the radioactivity would either kill
my love or make it the walking dead.

oh wait. that's what you were.
if you were a man.













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don't think twice is on
my netbook. i'm learning it in case
we ever get up on the stage
at the same time.

friday's   moon could mean
spotlite fade or you bring
someone new to the table.

if i let you hang around long enough
will you also find an inevitable blade?
and if so, how much more blood
will i be capable of losing without a
kleenex infusion? eh, wtf. it's all about
shutting the windows down now anyway.