yours truly,

My letter to the world consists of a language that only the sky can fathom,
With words like blackbirds diving headfirst into the pavement right before your feet.
And never had you thought a dead bird so lovely..

         make me weep, oh world-

The blood of the maggots eats at your streets and lies heavily in your mouth.
I say.. she is quite the character.




Explain how it is that you can read the words written by my hand
(without throwing yourself over a cliff that ends in the layer of speeding trains)

A letter is nothing but a stupid gesture .. kind,
But pointless nonetheless.

I am thanking you , but in turn your celibacy is about as likely as my absence of apathy.


      So to all the poeple i will never be able to keep , you demons, you lovers, and all you who may never know the definitions of words like eloquence..









9/21/10