i'm afraid of life

lying here waiting for sleep to overtake me.

Friday, December 09, 2005

buzzards circle the small white man. synthesized percussion ping-ponging in his ears. a noose draped around him like a necktie.
the headgear is in place. your foot swings back. you wait for the word that will raise the sun and allow the buzzards to feed.


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