Fuzz

by mesolithic   Feb 26, 2007


Mechanical waves take strides,
marching with my mind
while my body
twitches, and my jaw stays shut.
I can feel the level headed screaming,
and the insanity talking.

but my mind is preoccupied
with watching the shadows talk,
melting when the music changes.

they march further and further,
i am too lazy to rebel,
the signals getting fuzzier and fuzzier.

Try to tame my body,
but I lost it amungst all this fuzz.

Try to find some reminder
to answer all those words
popping in and out.
And a little plastic bag,
sitting naked and empty
just happens to tell me.

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