Increments
Counting time in increments
every 15 minutes
crawling slowly away
this is another weekend
another lost night and day
Such a disposable person
so in love with plastic things
that crack and scratch into pieces
like weekend relationships
never meant to last
Break up this family
something he has never had
one dimensional friends
who will never stick around to the end
even his mother has abandoned him
losing herself in religion
better to have nothing
then a greedy bastard
for a would -be son
having the world handed to him
without fancy or whim
stick a plastic fork in his neck
let him die a premature death
so fucking deserved
he was pathetically disturbed
no epithet
he was too ordinary for that
Losing time in mere seconds
the second hand is counting down
another finite moment is upon us
pulling petals off wilted bouquets
this is how lasting impressions are made
the trees resemble gnarled fingers
scratching at the sky
trying to grasp at something
that honestly once seemed to matter
mathiasthom
written 11/8/09
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