Saturday, July 23, 2005

Fragments Too

I call you excuse,
But I swear that you’ll do.

I keep finding bones in my soup.

I wrote this last night
like the soup was for you
But it’s gone now
Like you’ll be soon too.

Have angry sentiments forgotten you?

Do you think soup is what soup wanted to do?

He’ll come to get me in an hour or two.

Please call me if you get confused.


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