Sunday, June 7, 2009

No Surprises

A heart that's full up like a landfill,
a job that slowly kills you,
bruises that won't heal.

You look so tired, unhappy :-(

I'll take a quiet life,
a handshake of carbon monoxide,
with no alarms and no surprises,

SILENCE


This is my final fit,
my final bellyache


Such a pretty house
and such a pretty garden...

With no alarms and no surprises, PLEASE

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