2005-03-30 - 11:48 p.m.
Poetic devises
so gone from my mind since
I started to bury you.
you make a drive by
hats off then tide rises
no reason to expect a prize.
It ended before it really begun.
I know you know I was some fun
but that's when the picture page collapsed.
nothing to hang for the next frame
except connections to your past.
And that's fine with me
I wouldn't think to keep waiting
for you to come back anyway.
The foolish learn quickly
Repent and keep moving
I hope that you also do these things.
Good-luck, good-luck with everything
you end up touching.
Goodluck, goodluck with everyone
you end up touching.
Sleep tight, my friend.
