Sunday, December 6, 2009

burnout hour 1

i've become some simple stir, the lost recluse in the small house to the right of the middle school. 
i bury myself in the backyard/only to have my dog sniff me out.
well, this weekend i am screaming nothing
and i want to burn my hands into the dollars that fall from the pockets
of a man I will never known in Los Angeles,
of a woman I will never greet in Japan. 

I want to make music, bad. 

I want to stay on top of things.
I want to stop stressing out about others. 
Those who don't even stress out about themselves. 
And all of this makes me sound so unhappy.
But I've been smiling all week. 

i just want to feel like I am progressing. 
It's a very simple thing. 

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