remember when
we were
glazed
twisted
french
cake?
with instant coffee
at the break
and more than most
can take?
all i got is your
flat screen tv
a drill
i wanna sell
some inkjet printers from
the land of lost toys
where we once lived
you related with
tv characters over me
not the people
not the actors
but parts they were playing
police detectives
not real ones
to miss the
true crime
broken heart hypersensitives
in the land of no shame
got what we wanted
(was) high all the time. how strange
to know it (and still proceed knowing)
how counterfeit
why is that so fascinating?
you had me too
under cosmos
free internet speed
windows #7
pharmaceutical-grade weed
(you had me)
all about the
floor
my clothes
you washed them dry
i could not keep up with our snail-paced life
i tried
i guess i wrote all
over you
too
nobody scared me like me
and you in our sorry spiral
toppled up to the dresser
where we made up a million times
our palette of minerals
buff and of cream
finishing powder
at home where
we were sure never to
be seen
KatYa
(remix @ 2011)
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