Monday, May 12, 2008

Manual For West Bend America's Best Bread Machine

Poème

Tired of Sleeping

I'm tired of sleeping alone in bed
Tired of Waiting
frigid stone to come
I respect the ice and blood waves

sleep I'm tired of waiting
just flips you back in Knowing well
and crying but you know, I'm tired of sleeping
only


'm tired of this crib without virgin
Without shelter, only

crime of sleeping in your desire
And you always want to sleep

I'm tired, no doubt

Help! I need someone

!
but not to any
Help! You know



, and only you

Women


that takes you as spectrum
on my blankets, taciturn, almost turns

Women

What time was devoted not you? Women


What do you see? Women


What am I without you? Nothing


; ; ; -May, 2008

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