Friday 5/29/2009 12:13:00 AM

It only looks drastic from far away. Get closer. Try on the fragments. Little dialects in skin. Like adverbs with a drug addiction.

You don't know my name. I'm not even sure I have one. The lucid hysterics of wash and wear victims.

We were fresh out of adjectives when the nouns sauntered in. Stark north. On our broken compass led us toward. A ramshackle universe where we already existed. The same, but different. I talked to myself for a while before getting bored.

Take this with you. I told myself.

It's nothing to you now, but someday it will be everything. The future only glimpses us between the hands covering its eyes. The time machine scribbles blindly on the blank places above our ass.

The minutes melt like ice cream. In chlorine hands on a summer vacation. I think I met her once, but she doesn't remember me.

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