Wonderful
<< 9:42 p.m. - Thursday, Feb. 05, 2004 >>
We talked about it in the backseat
�No never�
No rehearsal needed.
�How could anyone do that?�
Not even I knew that it would be so ironic
Today.

Five red-coated soldiers came into my house
and into my head.
They played themselves on my skin.
As I bent over and watched the hand that did not belong to me.

What does one try to prove by this?
I fell asleep at 5:30. Should�ve known.
This is why I shouldn�t go home.
Nothing comes of escapism.

I think I'll be fine tomorrow.