29 December 2009


Weakness (12/29)

That I'm easy - that my emotions get away from me
travel to the other end of the country- get jobs

My mind seems to creep up on me - with a knife
I'm some lady in a shower with a bar of soap

It's all going to spiral down the drain eventually
This is the secret - I'm a jetty in a salt lake

Being covered with saline - washed in fry larvae
bodies floating on foamed surface tension

Apparently I am ephemeral - a vacant lot in Manhattan
There is a condensing happening in my stomach

The knots run up my spine - tension fill and
nothing - there is never release here

My weakness is that my mind latches onto the very idea
of being unit - the concept of snuggling up to love

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