Wednesday 5/02/2007 12:42:00 AM

In too many cigarettes it becomes clear. In thunderstorms it motions. Modelling. Gesturing toward dead witnesses. Still lost in a trial that pronounced it innocent. Like everyone is right up until someone decides to love them.

I don't wake up. Ever.

I sleep eyes wide open chewing on fishhooks that never reel me in. I tell myself I'm a clown so I can laugh while they do. At the smile drawn over my lips.

Sometimes it's only skin and I can say to myself I made a profit. But you can crack that egg only once.

1 comments:
Jeff said...

"I sleep eyes wide open chewing on fishhooks that never reel me in. I tell myself I'm a clown so I can laugh while they do."

Perfect vigilance.



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