Tuesday, January 11, 2005

Class

crawling up my ass
digging into my skin
sitting here I listen
trying to pay attention
fidget, I can't fix it
stand it
I want to abandon it
cut it off
shed this strain
relieve down the drain
plain but never the same
work hard today
it wont' go away
forever I will write my name
never to look and see the same
my reference frame
infinite change
open, possibility deranged
flowers decayed
days arranged
gentle plays
here I stay

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