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.

Tuesday, July 13, 2010

[\Alleys\]

I am a haemmorrhage
I am an astral plane
I am conviction
I am the driving rain
I am an eyelid
I am a new form of pain
I am confusion
I am untrained
I am despondent
I am the same
I am the driving rain

I am nothing if not the driving rain.

(6/17/10 - ??:??)
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