paint your portrait over everything mundane
you are settling in like sand on a river bottom
so accustomed to travel i am that your presence seems alien
i expect your apprehension
your doubt and fear and the running
not security and care
and honesty
where did you come from?
escaping from the woodwork the wallpaper of my life
you exclaim that you are here
blowing a ragged hole in my carefully tended facade
ectomorphing endomorphs burn paper for warmth in asylum beds while wondering where their mothers are no one to help you now the white walls scream not like there ever was
1.10.2007
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