Friday, April 16, 2004

organized misery-
it waits deviantly in each measured-out square.
every single one eager to squander
my freedom.
a time here,
a time there-
time slots that don't run on MY time.
i'd like to take them down
but the loser here is me.
all the days already lived before its
morning;
i'd like to live my live
but i fall slave to my own creation.
*bettie* at 3:17 PM