Wednesday, June 13, 2007

anticipation (written to put off studying)

tastes like old coffee and feels like perspirating armpits
the disguisting is delightful
dry, sticky lips

I don't want to be anywhere else but here
perched in a corner, swaying to Fiona
ready to swoop
and to sit with peers at a bar

spiders crawl up my front
while i stare at their legs
familiar faces on strange bodies
nails stretch to inconvient lengths

stale liquids, damp arms
stare into walls


[ek, written on a whim without rewrite]

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