my poetry is crap

Saturday, June 25, 2005

i've got a million things to say.
i've got nothing at all.

i variously want to climb the highest building.
and tear it down.
steel girder by steel girder.
in hopes
that its destruction
will empower
the small
the weak
those who think
they aren't good enough.

sometimes i wonder
how anyone
can be angry
about anything.

when we live in a world
like we do.

and then some
asshole
tells me
that i'm doing it wrong.

then i understand.

that this is just one
crazy
trip.

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