Jul 4, 2010

ALIVE BUT NOT TRYING

Your hair gets whiter every day father,
i observe them
hair whiter hair, every day
like snow that occupies the empty space
of my soul

I would like the world to drown
every time i piss
like the death that redeems
the cripple's family

Don't run,
We will burn together
the forest
inhaling sulfur and carbon
from the sorrowful
factories

Your hair gets whiter every day father,
and it makes me emotional
to think that you didn't try to meet me
in the best of my years.

Jul 1, 2010

INTELECTUALLY INTRIGUED

Imagine i am a book.
Over the passing of time,
open me,
start me,
finish me,
tear me,
burn me.