7.27.2009

Materialist

Admirable, I will give you that.

You know where it stings and exploitation is your past time.

I wish I had new articulative capabilities but for now I am at a loss. Wandering signals blast me into the wind.

Casual matrix carried my sadness outside. The bitterness has stolen my warmth.

Forget the sickness. I am worn through.

I won't pick up any pieces.