and the darkness had it’s way
with me
left a lull,
passed on
deformity.
her hair caught quickly
his did, too
and still, nothing is said
fot the life
they knew
(chose)
the bore
ignore
the hard stare
it bores
and wears down
her smoldering hair
the ashtray is smiling
with a grin full
of butts
asking no questions,
forget it,
because.
a trifle
bit queasy;
you feeling
uneasy,
too?
further proves
there’s really nothing to do
fleeting in frenzy
the quick, quiet sends me
to collect thoughtless thoughts
and i think
i’ve been caught
up
and
think
i forgot
that thing
that’s to be said,
here’s to the mindless!
and the easily lead.