New Poems 2003

In Jury know i don’t about why they did it to my wonder people dried out my liberal body i wouldn’t have done the weird dry damage to anyone once done i find it’s an intricate system of costs i twice stopped still to decide how much permanence to use in response i couldn’t feel the first healing in my comfortable secret but they will know all once the surprise pierces them to feel like another	In I insert myself into the middle of the layers of the world, in order to prepare myself for sleep, so dreams may visit in adequate detail and be lost by morning-- saved in the folds of my bed sheets.
Socks I walk past wearing my "I love you" just above my soul inside my shoe elusively panted by the cuffs that keep you from seeing what I mean.	My lips long to fit their counterpart, but yet both sets tend not to feel-- satisfaction enjoyed would be forsaken in numbness.
song best suited for sound proof rooms steals my ear as I struggle to regain it my composure sneaks out the back door and I am left forsaken in this absurd world	Drink yourself retarded! No need to be pardoned. There's no error. All play is fair! I win! I win! Yes, I can! No rules, no excuse. The world's all puse! Quick! Blow the fuse! Nothing to lose! Nothing to lose!