11.12.2009

I wrote this on April 9, 2009...
Youth is dripping, running off my body,
My heart sweats, hurts,--tired.
I look around and cannot find myself anywhere.
Skin--fading.
Mind--ghostly.
Losing  myself.
Black bed, shower stall, same shoes,
a blank white wall.
Heart beats--alive again.
Eyes, ring, cold hands, sex.
Beating stops--pick up the pieces.
Convex--Concave.
Alive, skeptical, okay.
Come back again,
Repetition.
Leave again,
   take more of me.
Return,
  there is no more.

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