foxinsnow's Diaryland Diary

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slow blink

Lying in a my bed that is a dark forest full
of girl cum serpentine straggling bedsheets twining betwixt my legs there are no secrets here,
every thought is real�.
Dark windows in the London night as i ride by in my double decker bus,
that was seven years ago and even then, it�s still here

Here, in my bed

I work things out this way
I invite what�s bothering me to go for a romp in my bed and let�s see
If we can work it out

You must realize, I�m alone the whole time
My pills help me see the realness of my thoughts
Even as I cannot express them

You�d think it�s sad, you�d think, �she�s wasting her life in bed.�
What you don�t know
Is that I am on a vision quest
What you don�t know
Is that I have mind that time moves through in circles, not lines
What you don�t know
Is that when I wake up in the summertime with the birds chirping outside my window
What I feel is dread
In a fist in the pit of my otherwise empty stomach

Sometimes get up and smoke a poem or a cigarette or two
The day opens and closes outside against my window shade like a very slow blink

12:31 a.m. - 2005-06-15

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