Sunday, November 3, 2013

you are tired, aren't you mister.
always addressing yourself
on envelopes left empty
playing overlapping musics to bridge the house
you draw from some parallel world
so are latent in this
sustenance.
yes i'm old and don't know
if i'll make tangible again or
get touched by hands so why sleep.
make di di di dum with drone of string bees
and thugsleep never eventually
him or me.

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