it's a brown paper bag poetry kind of day --
one of those with multitudes of foggy fleeting
passive agressive hypotheticals
and I realize, that all I have to share
are half-assed transcriptions
of an intangible boredom
only born of a self-inflicted state of stagnation
this isn't a poem.
but my guess is that you're
indifferent anyway
my guess is that the words are
flowing through you
passing right through
no time to sink in
no, people like me
thoughts like mine
they're so tired
used up -- old news
no, we don't stick
you'll forget soon enough
what it is that brought you here
to this place
of tired hypotheticals
Sep 21, 2012
Sep 21, 2012 at 4:23 AM UTC
it's a brown paper bag poetry kind of day --
one of those with multitudes of foggy fleeting
passive agressive hypotheticals
and I realize, that all I have to share
are half-assed transcriptions
of an intangible boredom
only born of a self-inflicted state of stagnation
this isn't a poem.
but my guess is that you're
indifferent anyway
my guess is that the words are
flowing through you
passing right through
no time to sink in
no, people like me
thoughts like mine
they're so tired
used up -- old news
no, we don't stick
you'll forget soon enough
what it is that brought you here
to this place
of tired hypotheticals
you're a sail, and I'm a breeze too weak
