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Sep. 25th, 2001

I read things in other journals.
I see bits and chunks of those lines.
and they get lodged.

before the poor bastard can verbalise the K...
verbalise the k
bastard can verbalise
before the poor
poor bastard can
and before the poor
verbalise the k

"In the melee a hole opens up and I make my left and go home"

In the melee
I make my left and go home
melee a hole
a hole opens
make my left.


I just have these little fragments that circulate..
and then they come up later.

when I was in the 10th grade... a friend read a lil poem..
there was a line.. "divided and conquered"
and while I remember very little else (except that she was very sniffly... allergy girl) that phrase... it was the first time that that phrase... seemed like it could be applied to a person and not just an army, a nation.. and it was the first time I thought about the similarity and it hasn't even left me.
I would say that I am an army of me. A nation of one.. but then I sound like Bjork... or those commercials for the Army national guard.

and it's been in my head ever since.
sitting there stewing
I keep thinking it's there for a reason
some important and beautiful thing will come of it.. just like all my other fragments.

Like...
It started to bleed.
I continued to cut
(hands shaking, but not enough)

I don't know where that fits, but it's been in my head for years.

I'm insane.

and no one loves this but me.
::nods::

Comments

frobisher
Sep. 26th, 2001 07:00 am (UTC)
Not true. many of us love the fact that you're insane.

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