From: Badger01@yabbs
To: all@yabbs
Subject: I don't
Date: Thu Jul  7 13:17:59 1994

I don't want to know
The way you feel on a sunny day
The taste of ashes at the end of us
The hopes and dreams and choking poison thoughts that strangle themselves 
out of our souls

Mirror eyes undeath the spaces between you and I
You and I
You and I will die

Waiting a spiderweaver spinning silk from my thorax
White gauze film hairthin in the spiral
Round and about
The web where we lived tears with every word you talk
I can't build webs anymore

Grass green lush and rainfed tendrils
Black in the soil
Down through the earth
Dig through the ground
Spliter the warm brown maplewood of the lid
Feed on the eyes (Baby's blue)
Feed on the skin (Etheral flawless)
Feed on what time left
Grass green lush and deathfed blades sharp in the air

I don't
I can't
I won't let you tell me what I need to know
Sparks Pistons seizing frictionred
Metal melting pitting gouge dragged in the cold
I can't
I won't
I don't add the oil

Missing what we never were 
slivers scattered on the floor
Feet rags as I run to where I never belong
Streakred track me where I hide the stain I leave is mine
I don't want to clean the floor
I can't
I won't
I don't let myself go

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Wow, Two in one day! Yet another of the poems I found in a pile of stuff I 
have decided not to throw out just yet. Maybe I'll post Autocartography 
next week...Maybe Not.

Badger01