Wednesday, November 5, 2008


Another chill autumn day
The clouds hang in the sky, gray

Today I was so tired and it
was so cold in my apartment that
I fell asleep at the sink running
hot water over my hands

I feel a strange ecstasy over my own stupidity
All the weird, nervous energy normally restrained
Escapes me and fool I be it feels right and good
To not give a fuck where once would

So what for cool sullen appearances?
My indifference is honest but not all
I let my spirit shake and shout and leap
With the drives that rise and beat with the heart

I am the dog
running around the yard
slobbering uncontrollably


Listening to Klaus
Schulze thinking nothing exists
beyond decay

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