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May 02, 2005
teeth are falling
yeah, the dust ruffle is not nearly as low
as the depths I will plunge to
to drive a stake into my headstone
waiting with the roaches, with the forgotten stones
for the bus to deliver me a little closer to solitude
I fend off the chill
curse the resurgent delays that mime
the wonderwall despondency I find grotesque
and later
when I spark kindling across the chastity belt
of some golden-tressed nymph
I hesitate to delay the improbable
for all the obvious reasons
they should make a guidebook for
all the gridlocked souls we commonly ignore
passing us in the street, at the dinner table
and other oddly familiar places
I inject novocaine into my conscience
so I can digest my daily routine
etc, etc…
better to pour them
long and strong
better to pretend
theres someone out there who cares
we should never give the truth
a moment to settle the dust
Posted by Drexler at May 2, 2005 06:10 PM