Just generating filler now
just filling in the lines
uncaring about how it looks
between the clotted tines
unwilling to retrace the steps
but there is no way back
unless I drill down all the way
through that infernal stack
worse than a diary
more fractured than a log
it feels like some bad artery
disgusting with its fatty clog
and how should I reveal
a night like a thousand others
the nights that passed
like silent ships
this night and all
its brothers
No comments:
Post a Comment