we’re never different from ourselves

i withstand threats & abandoned friendlessness misgiving memories w/ withered shamelessness our regrets floor to ceiling im feeling helpless in this winter light like father’s birthdays reminding us of lonelier nights where matchbooks are matchmakers we’ve loved everyone but ourselves & wealthy isn’t even a dirtier word we’re not as forgetful as we’re all falling gripping phone calls like hope in a universe bound by entropy & anything light years from anything else unless you’ve gotten over the space & gravity never shows its face.

-> the scribbling

by chris on January 28th, 2006 @ 4:41 pm
too often, poor grammar |

2 Comments

  1. i don’t think i would ever imagine you crossing any thought out. as per scribbling.

    Comment by lesleyanne — January 29, 2006 @ 9:25 am

  2. its rare, i know … and i really dont like doing it

    but stranger things have happened

    Comment by chris — January 30, 2006 @ 2:23 am

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