Thinking of a Phone Line

I'm a nice guy
with nice ties. Too quick to tie knots
in relation-ships towards a destination seeming like

(Imagine if she went by...Destiny)

and how false it would be,
to call her by name
to text her, thinking
I'm communicating with fate,
consummating a communion crazed with coined-tossed characteristics

her words dropping like anvils
deconstructs schisms of the surreal
til everything becomes what they are
and one world exists,
devoid of fantasy

Tuesday, May 11, 2010


Mike said...


Tommy D said...

Trying to get it back man; at least longer endurance to maintain enough focus to actually put something out that's completely finished.