concentric circles as rocks hit water
small bucket of drip drop drip of our time
splash crash rock slam into
nothing really

i started as dust
thats what they taught me when they rubbed a cross on my forehead
and dust you will return
a religion obsessed with death, with blood, with the bread and body

knees on prayer rail waiting for mass to end
unable to mentally deal with thoughts of heaven

fingers graze keys as eyes fog
empty cans of soup, apple core
the world is dead at worst
asleep at best, after all its late

in the morning
these words will make no sense
to you or me or anyone really
but right now these words are all i got

fans of humidifier bleats
a stay awake song for the still awake

i hate horizontal looks
i despise silence
i fear the unknown
i hate starting sentences with I or repeating verbs

they used to call it pathos
i guess, those greeks
they also used to drink hemlock
to prove points, those wacky fucks

cat sleeps on address book
no one is getting a phone call tonight

its cold but after all its almost
november
can you believe it
the summer gave up a shit and died

i tried to string thoese rants
four sentences, repeat, then just a few
maybe i thought i had
something marvelously witty to say

the truth is, i'm tired
and simply out of things to say

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Words - S