TRENCHCOAT LOGIC
never enough
the non-sufficience
oozes from cracks
in the facade,
seeps under doors
and around windows,
leaving us faulty
and unlikely to win
all that we are
and all the world is
are oil and water,
darkness and light,
they don't mix well,
they don't play nice,
one brutal bully
and one whiney geek
and pummeled I am,
my bones broken,
my muscles torn,
my skin shredded and pulped,
left only desire
for lethal revenge
to drive my days
and stain my nights
drastic intentions
underlie every prayer,
we skirt round the bounds
of the darkest of pacts
looking for ammo
for the final attack,
the burst of rebellion
which they cannot ignore
so clear are our dreams,
unambiguous, firm,
yet totally alien
to these dull mundane forms;
as always, we're trapped
in some desperate here,
unable to transfer
to unreachable theres
- Brendan Tripp
05/29/2002
Copyright © 2002 by Brendan Tripp
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