Forgotten Words

Yet another installment of the discoveries of my past writings. These were hidden in boxes of old crap that littered the space under my bed.

Cast Vestiges 10/4/05
Though we stand
paces apart
faces parted
An embrace only expresses
those wasted moments
left to define our
conscious
splintered life;
Soon we'll learn
broken survival


Anyone For Chinese? circa 1988
Guilt-It pounds my head like
construction workers,
pounds my soul like
elephants at the circus
The stupid part is that
I'm supposedly in...
Control-I left it outside,
with the garbage, to
be taken away.
I put it in the mailbox,
and pulled up the flag.
Too bad no one can get
rid of control since
there is...
Desire-shapes my heart,
twists my mind.
I live in a contortion,
I'm in torture.
Break the fortune cookie.