Sunday, April 02, 2006

not a poem

I'm consumed,
I'm taken,
completely gone.
I gave in,
succumbed to.
I proclaim my normality,
my weakness
and with it
my pain.
I am indifferent,
I want to be selfish
and speak of it to no one.
Later perhaps, fellow strangers.
I just want to lay there on that peach cliff,
Over looking the desert, which I don't admire much.
While I contemplate my excessively commercialized footwear,
listening to 'IT'.
And think of absolutely nothing.
You don't have to
think of something to assure yourself of your worth,
or of your intellect.
I just want to close my eyes
and completely ignore how dizzy I am.

I am sleep deprived.

I have been sleeping for the average of 4 hours a day for the past three months.


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