residual anger like scum

in a basin and the basin

is me, my skin, my blood,

my skull



thoughts of leaving

thoughts of going away

empty thoughts



I got a cousin lives alone less than 10 miles away

but we ain't really friends, only friendly acquantainces



too bad

if only my life were like a book

that I'd want to read



nearby 2 people are talking quietly

and the phrase "Septemeber 11th"

has entered their discussion



I'm tired of all these disasters