Sunday, March 1, 2009

For Fred [ver 1]

browsing through porn video after
porn video
with the soul crushing sadness of Alela
filtering through my droning head
i wonder what the people on the elevator will think of me
in 10 minutes

my thoughts drift to Fred
like red light exhaust in December
i don't even know how the cancer took you
or how you spent the 50 years of your life before me

but i do know how you smelled as you lied dying
in your own sweat and filth
on the cheapest looking bed from the hospital

i never get to the elevator
i leave the shower on cold

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