2002-05-26/5:02 p.m.

good book

yawning bones

gloomy veins

enraged muscles

restless hair

screaming eyes

command me to dive

headfirst

into a wave of fabrication

a land

where goblins lurk

behind broken glass

where wicked men do

wicked things

for fun

a land

where evil is

personified

in tangible things

like mailboxes

and icy popsicles

and small furry animals

i find

solace

for it is unlike my own

the land

where nothing is pure

for even hatred

is tainted with flawless faces

and hidden

in familiar places

the land

where kindness is orange juice

after chewing minty gum like cud

where peace is foreign

and all things

alien

are feared

are threatening

are obliterated

drowsy bones

disheartened veins

infuriated muscles

fretful hair

shrieking eyes

remind me why i dont

click my heels

or wear crimson shoes