Just a temporary man, who writes poetry and listens to too much noisy music. His hobbies include salivating about glaciers destroying civilization and the cultivation of facial hair. Additionally, he generally strives to make himself as useless as possible....follow the thread back...

WORDS ARE THINGS UNLIKE THEMSELVES

May 10th, 2009 by Zack

WORDS ARE THINGS UNLIKE THEMSELVES

mouthred the sound
flutters, unsure of how
to fill the empty Coke
can.

take a square and pull
it up around a chair,
this is how I work.

the days are waiting,
impatient for the night
the haunting scents that
cling to pillows.

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