(circa 2003)

PACK
URE
SHIT
& get out
of my mind
i grind my teeth
at the thought
of u
look at me
broken
limp
wounded
hit
twice
by the same arrow
the marrow of my bones
loosened
with grief
I
SEEK
RELIEF
u liar
u thief
i'm tired of
missing u
& ure insecurity
missing u
& ure insincerity
missing u
& ure ability
to fool me
into thinking
i was
special
well
birds of a feather
may fuck together
but two wrongs
don't make
a right
i'm too tired
to fight
my weathered heart
is somber
no spark
to love again
to hurt again
to hope again
that u'll hear me
clearly
between my gasps for breath
so
go
take ure precious
"space"
clear ure precious
"head"
leave me for dead
in this emptiness
follow the
yellow brick road
before u
towards the emerald city
of peace & quiet
without me

happily

here's hoping
no one drops
a house
on u