from feb2 2012

feb2.2012
fall apart through a thousand lines, they
divide me and are forever non intersecting.

screamed by a thousand cliches each one more
obvious and banal than the last - all
increasing my death, my death, my death.

see your uselessness, my uselessness - I
want to be usefullness.
typed into notepad, typed into pastebin,
into url bars, into google searches, out of
me and into something else. do not read
anymore of this.

I scratch subtley into furniture with my
fingers, please look hard to read the words
and see the shapes, they are the most
important, subtlety included.

if you are from the future and reading this
please come back into time and tell me that
it is worthwhile, that there is a point.
that there is an unglazinglyness that can
radiate from me.