Desolation Row

Surgeon General's Warning: Anything you read on this page may be hazardous to your health. Offense may be taken for which there will be no apologies.

Wednesday, September 15, 2004

How does it feel?

Deserted.
You're a leper
craving warmth.
Alone.

Emotional,
like the barrel
of a loaded gun.

Recognition and attention
swam away.

Imaginary fish.

Desolation
never gaining.

Laughter pointed at you.
Firing until the only thing
that abounds

is misery.
Posted by g at 1:23 PM
Email ThisBlogThis!Share to XShare to FacebookShare to Pinterest

No comments:

Post a Comment

Newer Post Older Post Home

Blog Archive

  • ►  2012 (1)
    • ►  November (1)
  • ►  2005 (8)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (1)
    • ►  May (5)
    • ►  January (1)
  • ▼  2004 (40)
    • ►  December (3)
    • ►  November (1)
    • ►  October (14)
    • ▼  September (22)
      • shadowy facade
      • lost
      • someday
      • Adrenaline
      • Frostbite
      • Bad Puppy Chow
      • Canopy Lights
      • fatty
      • Ass. Manager
      • The Redneck
      • Jesus Tomatoes
      • Enlightenment
      • Dictionary Slut
      • yellow walls
      • summer days
      • writer's block
      • i don't care about the dolphins
      • Therapy
      • Luke 8:45
      • How does it feel?
      • I hate scratchers.
      • President Bush, you're an asshole.

About Me

g
View my complete profile
Simple theme. Powered by Blogger.