Monday, June 23, 2003

morning coffee

she has mercy on everyone,
like it's sunshine outside now
with clouds dripping away
into oblivion.

and we search for meaning
brilliant fragments we
delight in claiming
like the strangers
love us
need us

fuck us under the grim city lights
rape the ideas with
exquisite taste

stilettos and lace
morning coffee
and what you can make of
the hidden meaning

night falls upon my face.
it is eleven.
we drive on.

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