she is lost in a world of ghosts.


st.nicotinewith the daily exhaust that i inhalest.nicotine
deeply
what use do i have for these cigarettes.
i suppose
to keep up appearances
that i am not dying enough.


in defeat.i am searching for bottles of cough medicine fully rechargeable batteries and paint thinner.in defeat.
no. i would settle for the guillotine. and lay my neck pale white and defeated across the table.


and in suburbia.and things are different here from where we were. everyone watches the weather channel and so do i. i miss the words i once knew so well they cannot escape and cannot be willed to breathe this foreign air. disorientation directs me at every street avenue court grove road lane and highway. monsters. abandon all hope all ye who walk your dog in the evenings oberving the speed limit and colour coded bins. (every thursday wheeled out and filled with passive and generally unexciting rubbish).and in suburbia.
there is a crack in the pavement outside number 11 &nb


winter in the city.(on the subway)winter in the city.
everyone on the train looks so bored as though they have been on it their whole lives have forgotten the purpose of their destination having lost their journey's end.
and have become their seats: on mobile phones in secret speech only those in the outside world (in hidden places) can understand or be inclined to listen to.
(on the streets)
the Buildings (towers of mordor): as they had been in my mind's eye
the big city inflicted deep Loneliness- how it might destroy me.
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