gray.
Wednesday, October 30, 2002
Monday, October 28, 2002
they need to create within an escape,
burned my retina trying to sleep,
carboard boxes and yellow string,
ingredients to calculate the mean.
falling stars and helium ballons,
everything reminds of you.
me minus me equals you
walking backwards trying to erase,
flickering lights that already came,
its your bedtime soon,
these books have print but no words,
people want they can't have,
plastic money and burning leaves,
caustic smiles create wishes,
the waves are home to the fishes.
falling stars and helium ballons,
everything without you.
me minus me equals you
forced to launch further into the abyss,
metallic laughter turns brighter,
the lungs go go deeper.
emotions lust for the situation.
felt like a icicle melting at the tip,
carvings in the kitchen floor,
antique fossils are nevermore,
conversition over before i moved a lip.
falling stars and helium ballons,
i have forgotten you.
me minus me equals you
Thursday, October 24, 2002
she folds the clothes in the laundromat. She sometimes wishes that she had a washer and dryer, but not today. The smoke covered window looks out onto a busy street, she watches the cars pass without paying much attention to them. She wonders why the dryer scent on her clothes smells so good, but is so synthetic. Her mother is to meet her tonight at her house for dinner. Domesticity was not something she was akin to and because of this dinner tonight was going to be pancakes. She was not one of those people who make strange faces when people eat typical breakfast foods at other times in the day. Her mother wouldn't mind either. Maple syrup is so good, but she really like the real kind in the gray jug, but usually buys the synthetic type becuase it is cheaper. She places her laundry into the trunk of her hatchback and proceeds home. She checks the answering machine but there are no messages. No news is good news, she says aloud, liking the static nature of her life.
