Wednesday, June 5, 2013


mindless clicking
thoughtlessly tapping
fingers know the keys
like lovers addicted to each other

with faces awash in screenglow
there is nowhere left for us to go
old and bitter and cranky
a waste of oxygen

we all make mistakes
but some mistakes are art
like a bad painting
that you can't stop drawing

bad decisions are stuck to my skin
like leeches, bleeding me every day
i pull at them, but they've dug too deep in
my fat friends feeding on my misery