Friday, February 20, 2009

Mind Numbing Paper Cuts

I could change too
Swallow the bitter pill
And line up nicely against the wall
Fake the smile until it feels real
Shake hands and pretend to listen
Forget who I am

You must keep moving
Or you fall apart

Not sure where I really am
There is a fog here
And when confusion sets in
I grope around for something to hold onto
But I no longer have hands to grip
No longer have my own thoughts to think

If you no longer care
Could you fake it?

Monday, February 02, 2009

Sappy

I’ve collected orbs of back pain and put
Them on the shelf next to the baby crying on the monitor

I’ve sifted through the follicles of carpet
for choking hazard treasure

I’ve watched growth become time and time become change
While constantly waiting for something bad to happen

You put the bottle down and share a conversation
With an inanimate object

You make sure everything is clean

You get tired

You feel

Happy