Thursday, December 11, 2008

Office Hours...

exiting each day
without a thought
quarreling for no rhyme o reason
preferences remain subdued
words don't come out right
each day by itself
a turmoil intolerable
a fight to get noticed
a revolution to be different
different not by things we do
differences inseparable
thoughts turn feces at the days end
reconciliation is all thats left.

Just for tonight...

Dear Rebound Sex, you must be the hardest thing to unravel right now. You see, I always opposed you, I looked down on you, I counted my luc...