Monday, November 22, 2004

yes. I remember you

waking up is hard to do. far to hard i believe. But with that aside I plunge into the rest of the afternoon with no regrets. What this means? I don't know. Let's try this on for size.


Sleeping Pills

Close
your eyes. I am consumed
All the poems in your head
All the pictures in mine
Stop - Think
Forget the way your hand reached for mine

Everything
Everything
Under the tongue

Sleep
silently tonight. I am gone
All the ghosts in your closet
All the skeletons in mine
Think - Stop
Remember how we said goodbye

To lose it all
Just reach out
Take it all
All under the tongue.

11-20-04



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