Still a sadness.
Found filth in the whole of room.
Dillusional mirrors that tell me nothing,
and I am cleaning till four am
just to have an excuse to complain tomorrow.
When I found those tiny metal triangles
on our bathroom floor
I wanted to construct towers
out of them.
This isn't linear.
Nor are we.
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bad poetry. Show all posts
Wednesday, July 23, 2008
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