Puke Poetry

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

Tuesday, February 05, 2008

Natural Reaction

i've got grimy, stained windows
to watch this story through
but all i'm watching now
is all of the corners come loose

you learn how to whisper
when you're cold
how to make yourself heard
and when to encourage oblivion
you learn how to slide
in and out of focus
second and third thoughts
but never home, cause you've got none

i lost you
somewhere out there
breathing in dead air
and sunrises
dancing til you fall apart
staring, staring, silently
til there's nothing left.
nothing but the words behind their eyes
but they'll burn eventually
we all have to blink sometime.

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