Wednesday, May 9, 2007

if i am not my khakis, what am i?


you lost me yesterday
while you were stumbling
over preposterous words used poorly
malapropisms- i couldn't help but smirk
your ipod plugged in
carelessly feeding away into your brain
you lost me yesterday, I'm not sure you noticed
the world was too crisp
for any words at all.
i'd rather speak simply than appear foolish,
can my minimalistic mumblings convey anything at all?
no; the buzzing of the electronic seashell is in your ear
Like Montag, alone with a robot
i lost you yesterday
your flesh turned to vinyl
head filled with circuits and wires
the grass smelled like hunter green
the heavy sun on my back
reminded me that i'm alive
and i stood and walked away.

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