Friday, June 22, 2007

On copious delusion

You there, in the darkness,
why don’t you love me?
…how sad for you.

My skin has turned to grey
as your unadmiring glance forget to look
at my undeclared declarations of genius.

Hey…you…boy…I remember
the first time I saw you.
I was 13, you didn’t know me,
you’re still 13.

I’m only afraid of my success-
everything else falls…
out…
of…
place.

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