2006-07-29

custom crooked curves

when did the universe implode
atop every child in the playground
too slowly introduced
going home to grievances
unbeknownst to them
a injection of trauma

15 years later
writing shitty poetry
finding a realistic pursuit
when everything,
in forms of illusion

I met a former robot last night
he spoke of all the women
and how he hated his mother
'there was a point when it all became worthless'
I thought he was luckier than I
still seeing not the switch
wishing it was on his forehead

now, 4am, blue televison aura
blankets my room
which seems smaller then ever before
but sleeping is painless
and I am custom built
to self destruct

Katrina at 10:51 PM

2006-07-29

custom crooked curves

when did the universe implode
atop every child in the playground
too slowly introduced
going home to grievances
unbeknownst to them
a injection of trauma

15 years later
writing shitty poetry
finding a realistic pursuit
when everything,
in forms of illusion

I met a former robot last night
he spoke of all the women
and how he hated his mother
'there was a point when it all became worthless'
I thought he was luckier than I
still seeing not the switch
wishing it was on his forehead

now, 4am, blue televison aura
blankets my room
which seems smaller then ever before
but sleeping is painless
and I am custom built
to self destruct

Katrina at 10:51 PM