Tuesday, February 16, 2010

happy helmet

sometimes i let it all bleed out
and it pours and breaks apart into tiny droplets
mercury like-pooling in crevices
and i try to get it back
i try to sop it up with my hands
but my hands are slick from the fast getaways
which i grease myself up for over and over
so that this time i'll come away unscathed
i don't want them to see what came out of me
then they might know that there's nothing left

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