Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Missing.

1.
Missing, missing,
something is missing,
in my heart, in my
head, in this love
that I dread.

Missing, missing,
something is missing,
somewhere within
my Led Zeppelin,

missing, missing,
something is missing,
grueling in a tunnel
muddy with infant
roaches skittering

armless legless eyeless
you are missing.

2.
I am in love with
the feeling of being
in love.

3.
I want to be numb
again.

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