Can't tell you how happy you'll make me.

March 10, 2010

 

a blank page just sits before

me and stares,

in comparison

my marriage

to my pen is imperative

a parasidic parrot preaching

perched on my shoulder

spits verses

cursing jerm in the third person.

i'm worth less

worth less than portraits of

my first steps,

taken on this retched Earth

so where's death

needed it since I was a fetus

so please death, take me

can't tell you how happy you'll make me.

 

- jerm IX

Done