Friday, February 1, 2013

i fill my days with women that i do not love and coffee,
russian literature and cigarettes.
i fill my nights with crying into otherpeople's pillows
while they sleep
listening to their chests in and out of
thoughtless slumber. i fill my nights
with looking out the big window (by the radiator)
at the silenced city(caged like a snake and muffled behind
triple layer glass)

like watching a car accident on mute 

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