i.

the first drop. it was a mistake. ruined it all. a black spot on the parched field. an imperfection given breathe and let loose. all potential lost. it's all been blown now.

ii.

this is something. but everything is something. and something is nothing. a skill set mastered from jester to pastor. from tester to master. it's a festering disaster.

iii.

who can't scream into the void? even the mute can dispute. dilute it, drink it, shoot it, shrink it, spray it, spit it, eat it, shit it, pump it, dump it, grab it, nab it, smear it, throw it, hear it, but know it.
i say war. tip over the bottle. and bite your thumb, never your tongue.

iv.

first impressions lead to second guessing.
and as far as introductions go, i've heard better.
but it's four in the morning
and i just want to get started
because i can't see a horizon
and i no longer need the sun.

posted by adam @ 2:58 AM