own the beating of my heart

i'm ashamed of the way your songs and your words

Thursday, May 1, 2008

first of may, first of may / outdoor fucking starts today

and i'm just in time
for something
unless i'm so late as to have arrived early for the next annual bout of festivities.

the world tipping like a drunken loon around me
the only steady thing in sight
gibbering, if air could gibber
oh eyes, how frail you are

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