Your shoe

I found your left shoe yesterday. Looking at it made me angry [that you had forgotten it] so I threw it away. Now I wish I hadn't done that. Because I think it could have done better off on its own ...maybe someone that could love your shoe would have been home. But its too late.. your shoe is in an ally with a vengence for me.

chameau

My cigarette is turning on me. Once a dear, dear friend, my cigarette is now strange. He just stares at me with contempt. But I laugh and continue to feverishly suck the life from him..I am nervous.
because
he has an army! of followers! and I well..
am a
lone
being.


Whoever said camels were friendly was very wrong

a hole in/around your arm

sometimes I'd like to....
dig a hole, deep and brazen into your vast arm
so inviting and you twitch
but I must refrain from this
you are asleep and I fear this would wake you

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I'd like to collect what normalcy is left in my life and bottle it into a glass jar. Then send my normal jar off to a large, white factory- preferably somewhere cold. Upon delivery of my jar, I would return to my daily duties and proceed with life. A few months would pass and I would briefly think of my jar. I would hope that my jar was lost or confused with another jar during translation, so that when I went to pick it up for future happiness, I would have that other person's jar. Not to ever open their jar, unless maybe it broke in the midst of dirty, meaningless sex. That would be appropriate I suppose..I would have no choice but to cling to this person's normalcy..I mean this is all hypothetical. But I assume that person's idea of normal is a hell of a lot better off than mine. At least I truly hope so.

I apologize to whoever got my jar. It was probably mislabled too