2001-07-25 | BARFLY

an untitled poetry-type thing that i wrote while watching "BARFLY", a very influential movie. i love watching movies with writers as the centerpiece. it's so helpful for writers block.

this thing that hovers over me right now...

is hard to explain...

my head throbs in a completely inaudible fashion.

the good thing ahead of me...is hard to imagine... and excruciating to wait for

I don't know what the darkness means...

all i know is that it's there sometimes...

but when i'm bright, i feel like Vegas...

i live in this fog, even though i can't see through it...maybe it's just i don't care what i find...

not here, anyway. not in this place..

it's sicker then the bars on Christmas Day..

this thing that crushes my head...

continuosly asking me to justify...

this thing that's already got me so confused..

to the point where i'm done dealing with it...

i have no other choice.

This amazing thing...that's absorbed me...

it's so hard to squeeze...

but why would I want to?

I'm comfortable, unconscious on my knees.

i have no voice...just a bunch of bad lines...

signaled to me by experience...

but I've already told myself a thousand times...

what to expect...

i've told her, anyway..

all the things that i want to express...

in excess

- premature ejaculation | tantra +