Wednesday, January 12, 2011

hungry for some unwarranted ironic wisdom 
my dim-witted conscience 
was handicapped by a wishy-washy ghost

static was all i could hear then on

but i got all the words you like
  right here in my pocket
with all the emotional content
  and the sincerity to go along with
right here
in my pocket
even if
empty rooms of my deliberate reason
and blossoming walls of my anger
made their bloody business 
to make sure that 
whispering cold waters of
my indifferent reflection were stopped
in their tracks permanently

i fucking hate that!