Poem by James W Taylor - November 26, 2005

[fillerbunny]

"I heard Ian Curtis
    killed himself,
                         again..."

I heard you divide yourself
to satisfy others

I heard that song before
the one about love: "lost but not forgotten"
and how he stole your heart
the one conveniently worn on your sleeve

She said, "shhhhhhh... ... ...
                      l i s t e n."

they're taking notes

Comments

[kid_andrea]

I obviously don't know what's up, but I do hope you feel un-broken again in the very near future. A sad Sheilamonster is the world's greatest tragedy.