No, but two wrongs makes a hypocrite
You’re awfully nobel
Somewhat lame
Your are wrong like beastiality
But much less sick
A taboo term for you, you
Fear the association
The next morning of our relationship—
No makeup and foul breath
Turn away in disgust or to spare the other?
The point of no return
Hide from the things you fear
I take cover from you
May 7, 2002
Tuesday, May 7, 2002
80 MPH
What calms better than
Cuticles when driving?
Directionless mastery
Sooths every pore with
Pounding cool air that
Still holds a memory
Of the day
Roll the window down a
Bit further
Gravel road and paved
Plan, but not until tomorrow
May 7, 2002
Cuticles when driving?
Directionless mastery
Sooths every pore with
Pounding cool air that
Still holds a memory
Of the day
Roll the window down a
Bit further
Gravel road and paved
Plan, but not until tomorrow
May 7, 2002
Monday, May 6, 2002
Who?
She wipes crushed epiphany from her cheek
Smiles and says, “you’re ok, too”
She once learned the stealth of spellbound
Merry-go-round self-transformation
Always another creation
Of her own
Learned to tie her shoes early
And now walks bare soled
To bear which soul she chooses
To define her today
May 6, 2002
Smiles and says, “you’re ok, too”
She once learned the stealth of spellbound
Merry-go-round self-transformation
Always another creation
Of her own
Learned to tie her shoes early
And now walks bare soled
To bear which soul she chooses
To define her today
May 6, 2002
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