this trendy bed
on which i sit
alone
consumer promises
await
i feel nothing
worth expressing
the empty hollow
of my heart
swallowed
by promises
and coffee
empty words
words
words
words
that spoke much previously
in a gesture
a smile
a furrowed brow
a political argument
understood by few
but yielded a couple
i'd give oh so much
to see
such an expression
now
not only such an expression
but from that
of.
a friend?
broke
broken
borrowing
beaten
bested
and blogging
bertha bakes her soul
swallows her sorrow
when she knows
that of her soul
and her misery
but is boundaried
to silence
silence is foolish,
speak to the simple longing
as we know you wish
Thursday, November 22, 2007
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