Testo Minute

another day

chock full of choices

of things to hate

another forehead
cobwebby, dull, throbbing

almost pain

another obstrusive reminder of things

that i hoped were long gone

another obstrusive reminder of things

that i hoped were long gone



gone and forgotten
my stomach feels rotten

my shoes are all soaked

and my socks are all cotton

my insides are black

from the smoking and pain

and every damn song

is fucking the same

this same goddamn train

glides soft through the rain

and i sit and dizzily wait