ten minutes a day.

Sunday, March 29, 2009

pariah

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i password locked my phone
while on vacation
its the only thing new i did

it fills me still
with danger and intrigue
as if i've chained my thoughts, texts
minutes per call
down inside a pewter and green grid

you can't see them
and my words can't get out and
saddle up next to you
with their half truths
and thoughts on how the debit card must be hard on bums

but mostly, mostly it helps me remember
that some things should have barriers and fail safe triggers and double keys turned in unison
especially those that communicate with the rest of the world.
even things that tend to lie
smooth and silent as a paper weight
because even though i can remember the password
i can't remember to charge it full

before sleep unlocks my consciousness
and it begins talking to me
of submarines and spy masks
and
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