Sunday, February 1, 2009

"the suicide note"

I was dead on a bed of strangers
Surroundead in voice; chemical blood.
Other artists on the walls; hanging surprise
The size, the content of my apparent suicide note
Left behind after annihilated years
Of dousing paper
Tears killing flames, destroying fires;
Too many inputs for an autistic mind to disregard
And too many to take into account to tell them off
Too much.

The accounting alone.

-huey

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