And goes. And goes. And goes.
To all the wrong places.
Wrong people.
Wrong lesson plans planned out late in the night,
late when there is no way to see other than these artificial bulbs.
There is no way to go the right way now.
There is no such thing.
And every time there is something that might keep me around this neighborhood I kill it faster than I kill the spiders that keep creeping in my room.
And I tell the corpse of what could have been all about it except for the thing is already dead.
And there is no way to save the junkies and addicts and self destructive fucks from destroying it for all of us. There is no way to see clearly when the air is constantly cloudy or dark.
Welcome to Minnesota in January.
Posted by jackie colburn at January 19, 2006 01:27 AM