06/16/01
it's disgusting, the instinct, to burn and
consume murdered animals
at some point, a finite chance to change ways,
something said, 'package it differently' and
has since lost its moment to humanize.
it's a commoners sense that tells him he's drowning
his bank account to let him know he's going broke
the increasive pain, fear and depression that he's losing
but Iowa stands in the way by intercepting my turn
seeing it first.
dangerous conversations invoking two souls removed
revolving reliving memories of endless stares
a laugh, an insinuation, a look suggested
the summer girl was realized with real love.
-huey
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