an attempt to tip the scales

losing what i love in a mess of details

Monday, January 17, 2005

WE will get there when we get there

whitehorse


if you can read this
then your dying

thats what a bilboard said

but they didnt tell the reader
all the other things hes doing

if you can read this then your breathing
losing friends and losing feelings
taking gasoline
and burning up a hole in the sky
that will be as red as the makeup you apply
to your lips
thats made of whale fat
chopped up by korean fishermen.

who might go home and fuck thier wives
or listen to opera
wash thier hands of everything
life has to offer
and sit and stare at a tv screen
and wonder how they could ever think
that they could become an actor, anyway.

so if you can read this
then your lying
to yourself

because this isnt poetry
its just one more bilboard
on the highway
that you just kind of read.

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