Sunday, July 09, 2006

Reject. Recheck.

Don't take me with you. I hope you burn.

Grooves no longer. Walk. Reject. Are you talking to God?

Scalpel.

Nodding off.

You're the social one. I'm just along for the ride.

Demented.

Simple.

7 Comments:

Blogger M said...

You're the social one. I'm just along for the ride.


love that line. I can so hear myself saying that. :-)

2:41 PM  
Blogger M said...

Hey! Next monday Dave & I are meeting a couple at the Mucky Duck for Open Mic night and dinner. I might read one of my poems.

What are you and the significant other up to?

4:27 PM  
Blogger darl said...

I think she may have class, but I will ask. We used to hit up the Mausoleum's (now Helios) poetry night a few years ago. It was fun for a while, but then I got tired of the same people reading the same poems over and over again--they were'nt the same poems. . .but they sure started to sound like it. hehe((

1:46 AM  
Blogger M said...

Heh, heh. What killed me were the incomplete poems read at the Brazos Bookstore. It was kind of like, did you not know that your paper was due, completed, Today!?

8:52 PM  
Blogger darl said...

hehe((. brazos? was it a published person? geez.

6:50 AM  
Blogger M said...

I believe so. Pitiful,eh?

1:32 PM  
Blogger darl said...

Yeah. Pride in one's work seems to be diminishing, or maybe it has always been that way.

1:43 PM  

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