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cool head

under water

a tempest's bridge to

no meaning

all blah, blah, blah

today

the mind cooks chaos

clown like tears rifle the

drawers of my wadded eyes

often we are hostages

of our very own disillusionment

I fear I have died some

hardly worth recalling death

in your heart

and sadness dogs my every foot fall

over this chewed up idea of loss

over and over I lament

how can you even stand me

your 'Checkered Absence'

keep screaming back at me

I CAN'T!

Finito bitch

end of story

while silently my soul

hemorrhages on..............................

(Feb. 26, 2009 737am)