no impact

Oct. 17th, 2010
Parking lot Rooftop*****


Her joints always tasted of Cherry Chapstick.




Nothing more is coming to me. 
Nothing more, for once. 
For now, until later?
Blissful apprehension
Curiosity
Okay!
There's a block shortly after this
A cement wall
Startinngggggg.....
now.
NOW.


My head, my thoughts
I don't talk to myself...
nothing amusingly acceptable like that,
I think to myself
I think myself to sleep
to open my eyes
to realize
And then it stops
Just like that


The verse ends, the chorus repeats
It's like I'm preaching to an empty court
And it's not that they left
It's that they never were there.