1. Friday, December 5, 2003

    paul westerberg 

    and now i feel like everyone has left

    and the mess is mine to clean

    unseen blood down miles of forearms

    slimy goo all red and green.

    but im the brown thats in the middle

    im the brown that no one owns,

    bastard wolf dog alone and freezing

    and no one hears his moans.

    theres a fastball flung and burning high

    a nightmare in my eyes

    my guts got stuck in quicksand

    and you all think it’s lies.

    and the sunset’s grey

    and everyday i wake up and walk around

    and find im lost

    and need a nametag

    in my dirty own hometown.

    both from the upcoming secret chapter of Blook II called Juvenalia, the early poems which currently is as cheap as it will ever be, and includes free shipping.