Monday, December 20, 2010

I learned medical documents
on trial and error;
social service
trial and error
records and write ups
look into the life
like dimentia
its hard to remember
as bad as today
there's always tomorrow
or never
or sadness
night terror
morning panic
shaking--- where are my clothes
oh, and my nose is froze
blowing smoke and blowing
cold ice, warm ice,
up and down like a ladder
and everything's great
yeah everythings fine
they say its a matter
of opinion,
Jay Jay's ladder
was raised slightly higher
than your pedestal
i'm one of them--
the swarm of warm blooded
hot loving cold killers
I'm a thumb print on my
face and the negative
outweighs the positive space
and the good intentions
from the radio until i fall asleep,
taught me how to fuck up
everything that I need.

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