Thursday, January 15, 2009

Ohhhh comming of age stuff

Its like how now I'm at the age
Where my friends show up naked on the Internet

I didn't look

I only hear

Its like how when you drink
all of your pictures
and look drunk

And its when I sit too long
I just rub my eyes
An elegy to the stress, and the things without names
But really
Its just dry-humping a cry

All of these the same
My naked eyes drink too hard
my sister is crying