Friday, February 18, 2011

it's 
not over 
yet/yes 
it is


i may or may not have been here before
but i am sure that this is my last
chance to ever be happy again

you sit on the sink with your long socks
on blowing bubbles into the cabinets
black open graves

i'll take what's behind door number
three thousand and twenty five
for two hundred dollars jack

the lights dim and the air grinds and
leans out of the room as the curtain parts
and everything is fart noise

1 comment:

Poetry Blog said...

3026, 3027, 3028....still so many options...

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