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tremulous

my heart in a down pour

sketchings of impossible hopes

long live the mortal fool

self delusion

hung and hinged

on the heels of heavy depression

neon signs

eight feet tall in my head

screaming

DETOUR

so into the unknown I tip toe

hell is one's mind set

warped by circumstance

I pay with the anger

and work at learning to better

dodge the pain

though confusion makes such a lousy

referee

the present gloom tries to crawl into

my pocket

but I shove it away

I wish my soul didn't constantly have

to feel as if it had been left out in

the snow for too long

the future is a beautiful scary place

but I guess I'll never know

for me which carries more clout

until the dust of this dirty feeling

present lifts

and the hollowness

finds a new outlet

preferably

in somebody else's uncertainty.........

(Aug. 1, 2000 3pm)