the wrong side of the bed
Tuesday, January 25, 2005
dorotha harried, age 8
alright, i'm done being all weird and stuff. sorry.
7:21 AM
1 Comments:
Synaptic Neitschze
I snoop in
people's books in
bookstores they are
reading
surly winter winds have blown my angst
inward
inward to shelved neurosis
lingering
like morning breath
of unshared insights and vague communion
that could have been
that should have been
amidst ordered isles
and wafting coffee aroma
with warm tables
awaiting beckoning
their proffers of undisturbed mutuality
blowing outward suddenly harsh winds
pulling
me
back into snow - LDM
I snoop in
people's books in
bookstores they are
reading
surly winter winds have blown my angst
inward
inward to shelved neurosis
lingering
like morning breath
of unshared insights and vague communion
that could have been
that should have been
amidst ordered isles
and wafting coffee aroma
with warm tables
awaiting beckoning
their proffers of undisturbed mutuality
blowing outward suddenly harsh winds
pulling
me
back into snow - LDM
