Friday, August 6, 2010

no reason to wander no reason to roam

funny thing not being able to write is
right here in my stomach a little up maybe in my lungs could as well be in my heart
tried finding a cure in songs and pushkin poems
asked bukowski too
has a few lovely depressing honest things to say on it
i even tried to fake love
which sadly failed
me of all people
wonder why i even thought i could

i could not even
keep a journal
for the life of me.

but then again
it could be the heat

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