Go So Far
l taste salt on my lips and it causes thirst,
and my head is about to burst,
and I’m good for nothing,
and it still hurts
though nobody ever left negative blurbs
and I’ll go so far
as to say even positive were
I erase it all and draw smoke in my lungs,
and lickety-split I rush and run,
being bruised by stir ding,
which is no fun
and I wish I was a peg too high for sound
and I’ll go so far
as to become a deaf one
18.04. 2010
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