Wednesday, December 16, 2009

woke up sweating

bullets
in the face of my own being
in the wake of all of this
grasping
resistance
ill-chosen apathy
this being is a guest house
this being is a guest house
this being is a guest house

there are greater things
we're picking out paint swatches
together

2 comments:

Our Name Is Not Available said...

poems rock.
check out my BLOG
cause i have poems there too. :D

domain said...

Good poem