i'd rather be anywhere anywhere i can run to anywhere that's dark secluded any place at all anywhere i can count an endless string of worries anywhere you aren't and they aren't i can make it all STOP. (i can't...) just wanted you to know that i think about you and in the soft glow of a computer monitor my face looks sunken, sallow as i rattle off this self-indulgent poetry casting myself as the nostalgic hero who never worries and always feels good about things who is perpetually 22 and everything to you.
3 thoughts on “Late Night Bullshit”
Well, that’s totally fucked. It was a whole lot better when it was fucking spaced properly.
Oh well. I was never a poet anyway.
I like the repetition of the word any (and its variations) in the first two stanzas and how they juxtapose themselves with the word STOP. It creates a very tense feeling.
Thanks for fixing the spacing on that, loki. Now it’s at least readable again. 🙂
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