near sighted looks

by buddhabitch

Posted to Action Poetry on 2002-03-14 05:27:00

draggin’ the weight of the world
door slammin’ your eyes shut
isolated hypnotist artifacts
screaming gales of dusty worries
putting me in my place
used bookshelf of unread books
making me just a figment imaginary
of what you want to envision
so sick and fucking tired you
can’t see anything else
flowers trampled into dried blood
my soul a crystaline vase
broken pieces left lying scattered
in collages of ignorance
what have i done, tell me
to deserve this exquisite pain?