12 November 2008

poem for the blind .3

Dont read my book I am not you
the day is the dollar again
fix to recover never tired
were allways sick and i dont want you

my friends our code depressed
I feel my hatred and my lonliness
In looking back I have my name
but one would look with need to find one

my enemies are so depressed
i feel depression and mayhem
my friends are pressed for time
my hat was white and dead

my death is so depressing
a day ago I lost and never found
with interest and regrets
I'm going home I am not you

one hundred percent of sure to go
home away from home go home
the ghost has seven families
there is no way for me to die

gold dust on dusty roads
tonight for forevermore forgetting
we knew how to read them
I am a mean demanding water