a flake of fodder
borrowed laughter
sent packing
mesmerization
kneeling immobile
yet reeling
foraged
and unkind
inside walls of shuttering self contempt
graphically whispered
arbitrary I LOVE YOUs
that could make even mink feel cheap
splash at the hem of truth
on this field trip of mutual discovery
forcing one's character to hide behind
frank opinions that are not entirely shared
yet unjustly fixated upon
just as all drug addicts alike
who's habits speak far too knowingly of them
well, I personally
never want to know an addicts day to day
routine that closely ever again
when I run really far beyond that of simply
being just tired
my mind informs me that it needs more space
so mentally I put additional holes in my head
to give the creativity
windows from which
to better look out of
over the surrounding idiocy that seems to
endlessly circumvent
what little is left of man's
'Stumbling
Humanity'...................
(Aug 13,2000 530pm)
its amazing. the last 4 lines are a perfect ending, everything slips into place.