This is writing that doesn't fit into any particular category. It's not prose and it's not quite poetry. It's not quite sane but it's something healthy. Not all of us have it figured out. I sure as hell don't. It's a series of locutions on madness and locura.

Friday, January 29, 2010

I Am the Bayou, I am Not the Same

A life been lost
I am a wasteland
I am deplete
I am replete with desire
I embody defeat
I sit here in judgment
I sit in the street
Watching shadows go past
I am defeat

I succumb to the forces
I finally give up
Take my hands and my eyes
I am just me
I'm just going to be

I am a wasteland
I am deplete
I am replete with desire
I embody defeat
I sit here in judgment
I sit in the street
Watching shadows go past
I am defeat

A life's been lost
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