words:fail:me

high yielding discord fuchsia
Monday, August 29, 2005

you. don't. belong.

three words,
cut black, white and dry.
translucent in its opacity.

coddling smug insecurities behind picket fences,
the mask,
the smile, both cracked.
the granted chance to live another day in this.

i wonder by your efforts
if you think you are making me feel unwelcome...
it becomes obvious to me.
the better question:
do you think i care if you think i belong?

thumbing the ridges of my black plastic pocket comb,
counting the teeth carefully,
fat segment first, thin segment next.
i notice it reads Unbreakable.

i concur.

4 Comments:

At 4:38 PM, August 29, 2005, Anonymous said...: what does fuchsia have to do with anything?

jk.

why would you have a comb?

jk (again).

i am being very literal today. forgive me.
At 5:44 PM, August 29, 2005, Anonymous said...: for his beard
At 11:12 AM, August 30, 2005, Anonymous said...: combs for beards? huh.
At 1:34 PM, August 30, 2005, Anonymous said...: you people are frickin funny!