Monday, May 24, 2010


I can't scrape these rhymes off the pavement.
I'm covered in cravings too thick to breathe through
At the sound of your voice in a text message.
I can't lose that scent
the smell of you. close.
wrap around, wrap around
these memories, these senses
overwhelm me.
And you're nowhere.
At least as far as I can see.
You're nowhere.
Not really.
Just an act, like
those plays you see
to seem erudite, uptight, in right.
You're nowhere.
As far as I can see.

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