stare at the notebook, it's completely full already
just waiting for me to come and with a hand steady,
fill in all the blanks, leave every word in it's place
read the pages like tea leaves and let the fingers shake
so i'm saying preemptively, "i'm done with all your tempting me"
these ink transplants have never occured so defensively
who justifies who? on some chicken and the egg game
i won't walk this path, i'll leave both of my legs lame

posted by adam @ 2:05 AM