Our lives begin to end the day we become silent about things that matter

Saturday, September 06, 2003


The remainder's always standing so
far away from me, distant anodyne
a mixed message always so vague.
What mixed message can be found here?
I'm supposed to be quite a person
but never quite knowing
what that means exactly,
good or bad, it could be anything.
I'm left grasping at the emptiness
of straw again - and what was it
Warhol once said, "Timing is all,"
but what good is time when spent
in useless company, the rude, the
bad and the lazy, thieves never
leaving the scene of the crime and
returning only wasted time and burn-out.

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