there's a black swampy stew
bangin round in my brain
full of thuds biting through
planting shards secret pain
jaw clenches teeth
fingers clench thumb
eyelids squeezed tight
sleep will not come
the harder i try
the more that i know
that i'll never remember
to let it all go
Saturday, March 18, 2006
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