Sunday, 30 May 2010

There isn't enough time left to accept life as something earnest,
so earnest that I eat the right food
buy the right clothes
use thu rite spellin nd grammar
get upset about the right things
and listen to the right noises.
Right now there is very little noise outside my own skull
And getting upset is too much to think about.

There isn't enough time to think about my burning temples at 11am
Curled up staring at the back of my eyelids
Listening to Rob's mum play country music.

So I'm abandoning any rules you sling at me,
with your polished work tops chopping up loud teenagers with a stainless steel knife

There certainly isn't enough time to be angry with you.

I should go to sleep now, but I just have too many eyes.

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