the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, August 4, 2010


Litter your albums with labels and dates,
Every brittle name is reduced to
Little imprints on your retinas
From something that once touched you,
From some sting that got too much of you.
I threw a brick at the water's window
With a note that sent the captain my regards
For discarding every shard that could
Cut out something real and leave a stain to prove it.
You're deranged, arranging your hospital pills
While your parents pick up the hospital bill
For your educated contradiction;
You're being earnest with the fiction.

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