Friday, August 7, 2009

end


if all my dreams became concrete

if all I wanted and wished for became manifest

if my yearning was sated

bloat sickness decay

would visit me

and a quick death would ensue



3 comments:

  1. Hey grumpy, I think you need a glass of wine(s) and a chat. Luckily I'll be in Oz in less than a week! :)

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  2. Death comes. Look over your shoulder, for death is always watching you. This is inevitable. This is the way it is. One day you will die. This is the way things are.

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  3. dear anonymous, leave comments, not shit poetry. lots of love, me :)

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