Puke Poetry

Heart like a hand grenade, fully-automatic weapon for a mind.

Monday, December 04, 2006

Found

i met a bathroom today
that time forgot
and i found a part of myself
i'd never known was lost

all of me became
a five foot four inch, hundred and fifteen pound fist
i was fury as i breathed
but now i'm healthy, seeing clearly

i took words from
one heart
to my own
and it's about time

and i may want to
never get up, not eat much
and continue chain smoking
but some days i know better

like today
and today
i do know better
than you

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