disgusting sunshine
scratching at my door
i'm stuck inside your
bed of roses
these walls are all thats
not penetrated
the life we've created
wants to kill us
living in the basement
midnight, talking to the vcr
sleeping in the spaces i can find
between the bursts of noise
early light shines through the blinds
at 6 am
specks of dust float over the blue light
of the panasonic
i want to go back to what i had
living in polaroid photographs
the further i get into the future
the less i remember the past.