December 18, 2010

Don't Read This

Please, because out of a read
you may make waste. (shit rather)
My aimless prattle and pointless dribble
may cause you to bang your head (on a counter).
How interesting can a 36 year old woman's
life, on disability (the mental kind) and meds be?
Unless it's spruced up a bit...
Say, she made out with a movie star
in her college years,
in her twenties she thought over and over
that she'd kill her father by way of stabbing,
and to wrap it up, in her early thirties
she escapes death by a hairbreath from her own hand.
What if her future buzzes before her, like a humming bird?
What if for every second her future adds up, a dollar collects?
What if her writing improves as experience drips from every word?
What if she base lines, becomes normal, not shining?
I told you not to read this.   

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