Thursday, October 4, 2001

maybe he dreamt it

felt as though
he might not matter
because status seems to
and how much dirty green does
today a ring runs away
maybe he still doesn’t matter
as much as he had hoped
maybe he dreamt all the conversation
before sunrise he stands
a little bit more careful
sometimes compliments
can be delivered with razor
blades attached
somehow he has to figure it out…

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