all the pretty things

Cursed;
like the dooming to repeat
smudged ink that inhabits seemingly
all the fabrics in my life. The edge effect
is producing the same tell told character fable, a man at the adjacent table
i see with wine and computer all the time, else where
Blink 182 AOL sessions, and getting home to you giggly-drunk,
a note and three dollars stuck with magnets to the frigde, "sore-y i stole yr beers" and
oh man feet fighting and all the covers thrown everywhere
sunburned my neck.

listening to Jimmy Eat World on repeat is getting me through these days oh yeah