Junkyard March, by Sandwich Massacre Subscribe to rss feed for Sandwich Massacre

It’s cold. It’s snowing. It’s march.
and there might be pen on my face.
don't care. no one to impress. yay.
the yeah yeah yeahs are sound sex.
sushi. oreo blizzard. fried rice.
good food would be appreciated now.
tired. i want to sing. i want sex.
attention would be appreciated now.
PMS. way too late. stress. WTF?
i cried and laughed in five minutes.
pain. external. internal. imaginary.
there is something in my left eye.
hypochondriac. drama queen. yay.
everything's a big deal, ain't it?
big lie. means nothing. tuesday.
stupid day. won't exist for me today.
wednesday. middle. thursday. close.
friday is full of question marks.
maps would be nice. know where to go.
wait. they don't love you like i love you.
who? fake. black whole five feet away.
i would jump in if i had a reliable map. 
jumble. words. broken poetry. door bell rang.
tuesday door and there is no one there for me.
know what would make me happy?
2004
Posted: 2005-11-06 16:43:37 UTC

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