Monday, September 13, 2010

Im Person

Slow and steady.... a cosmic "fuck it" may be coming.
This, not this. This? No not this.
Another another. Another forlorn lover.

Past the finish line. Big big winner. Still in the race, sorry SOB.
What of it? To me this, this, this........"Oh if all could be stamped plain...." Tis stamped so indeed.
Pain for me, effort and strife. No way out. No way in. Never moved an inch. Nothing to move.

A big prize or a lazy nap. Command and verb.... I distrust ye.

To tell the truth. Concerned with effect. That these pulses tell no tale but your own... Tis done. Opinion is truth.

I dare you to show me untruth.