Notebook 021

Two Times Over
Journal Entry: Tue Apr 18, 2006, 11:43 PM

She floats apart from her hideaway,
Neither anchor, root nor foot,
Gliding amonst the numbers,
Blunted. Un-truthed.
She smiles with dead pleasure,
Smiles that loathing cannot detest.
She hangs fast and moves still,
Lepered. Sexed. Burlesque.

She rattles through the cages,
Cages thought not, because never there,
She stick her softened powdered hand in,
She will laugh and she will stare.
A screaming part flesh-red in tone.
A voicebox uncoiled upon the floor.
A nice one. A fat one.
A dead one. A blunt one.


She cripples in on whispers,
Takes cause in raging storm,
She flakes off in mirage, a skin so fragile,
Beatiful, like a still-born.
If converse would not stay there,
And these memories placed fake,
It would splinter upon reason,
Tempting haste to take.

.I really can't stand this fucking (closure.?)


A journey in darkness,
Another Void. Another rain.
A complete and utter fuck-up.
A chance to say "I'm afraid".

I'm afraid.