Tuesday, September 14th 2004
it's not that they
don't see you. for them
you truly do not exist
an old couple
staring and smiling
like statues
Monday, September 13th 2004
people i don't like
to see act like
i'm invisible
same old streets
same boring houses
little of interest
Sunday, September 12th 2004
blinking lights
causing pain
on and off the screen
Saturday, September 11th 2004
master of time:
twisting the truth
and feeding the sick
biking uphill
through the woods
my feet ask me if i'm mad
Friday, September 10th 2004
when the music stops
the stench of exhaust
is even stronger
Thursday, September 9th 2004
memories of the dead are mostly
kinder than memories of the living.
loss makes us forgiving and weak
looking for changes,
falling back into routine,
starting all over again