August 23, 2006


Lately I've been feeling like

my veins are turning inside out

the deep blue color's wearing out

the rose resents her needy roots

and I cry

each tear

rationed for another day

a sip and save kind of play

preparatory crying

so pretty to the mirror I hold

it marvels at the plaster whim

the crumbling grin

the sapphire sin

my woven veins are growing thin

steady now

I would not object to cherry nights

the sweeter cut

the better bite

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