5-27-09 I plan on reading the final version of this at the summer coffee shop.

thoughts
thoughts nagging
tugging pulling stretching
pinching at my brain
for its' undivided attention
telling me to look back
back
back
to before
wand what is was like then
before
before lighting struck the world in two
and released the evils that had been
repressed
oppressed
this repression of depression
when released, brings you to
your knees
shaking knocking knees
something has pulled the rug out
from underneath you now skinned
feet
feet
feet away from what you know to be the truth
you can taste it
so different from the taste of lies
metallic
rusty
pristine beautiful glass lies
force fed, spoon fed lies
but you know
no, you don't know
it knows
the small voice in the your head
that diagnoses these truths as lies
that lies
dormant
cozy
in the back of your skull
until your conscience calls upon it
for it's professional opinion
opinions
gossiping opinions
spread
like wildfire
spread
like warm butter
over your unsuspecting
blissfully ignorant
"truths"
opinions
which introduce the acidic seed
of doubt
which burns through your white picket fence
fantasies
and reveals the
horrible
beautiful
truth