Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 1, 2010
there was a party going on
none of us were interested
we aren't interested by much these days
taking on a very apathetic way of life
it's not spoken of
but anyone can tell
from the slumped shoulders to the muted smiles
my skin never feels clean anymore.
human contact has distilled itself
to a circle on the floor of a back bedroom.
but this time it's different
our heads aren't surrounded by a circle of smoke
the lights aren't dim
sense of entertainment has now become necessity.
a bottle of jack, the few people who care
and this place.