Friday, July 11, 2008

I just read The Road and it made an impression on me, but what kind I don't know

"Hey"
"Hey. Why'd you wake up"
"Are we okay"
"Of course we're okay"
"Are you sure"
"Of course I'm sure"
"I don't feel safe"
"Baby, you're safe, I'm here, I'm watching, you're fine"
"…"
"Okay"
"Okay"
"…"
"…"
"Are you sure"
"I'm sure"

lines

god

i should have capitalized that

but the agony of pretentious poetry that uses words like "agony" to describe the feeling i get at night isn't something i enjoy

like the heaviness or denseness of the sentence above, presumed literary content

fake

crap

just dust on the ground

and i am too full of stuff to not explode, but i need you, i need you

erasing what's behind and following my tail and nothing is nothing is nothing is real like what's real is real is real