April 2, 2010

re: txt poem

This is your last kiss
written in lipstick
on the bathroom mirror
dot dot dot

Many visions are not my own
A bit character in the middle scenes
Even hardly lingering eye contact with strangers
feels like cheating

Maybe anti-social behavior is
an evolutionarily sound means To
guarantee survival by separating all
us psychopaths One from the Others

In the contest of who can
obliterate the conscious processes of the mind
we are at a draw Stupified
one pull one drink one moment more

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