Friday, November 19, 2010

LABELs

push past this plastic
like the
remedies were made to actually
hold us from the truth of real sight
this tangled mess is what we breathe for

cant keep the control
wouldn't if I could
some if not all things should be left to the tides
like the wounds ripped away
what would you be
if you couldn't remember your suffering

the strength today is between the ears
so we sit in silence
my favorite sound
the echos of it
I wake to chase
like the days Budweiser was breakfast
no faster way to break
self reliance