there's blood in these veins...
Mood:  accident prone
Now Playing: Shadows - yo la tengo
freewrite, after work

words, I use them endlessly, or these words, are they using me? this is not my poetry, my daily bread, my self-sufficiency...I do not hold them in my power, and hour after hour they escape me like the phantoms of my past and future...who will heal the sutures? what wounds may I inflict in knowing what I know? where do all these words go? released like breath they resound with death and life all the same...who is it that will say my name and know its worth?

not my usual style, but an interesting release.