Friday, April 16, 2004

scrambled ramblings in the morning
let me slave away and serve them to you
in place of scrambled eggs.
drunkard conversing,
fast-food mind track.
scraped knees, backs
and the scarring reminder of
what we do with our FREE time,
when the clock lends its hands to us
and glides over the moments
we're free of watch/responsibility.
rewrite our write ups,
resurface forgotten memories.
i'll be sure to put a tally on you
for every time i want you
to remember my
touch,
the way i
egg you on.
*bettie* at 3:18 PM