Constantly Risking Absurdity*

Hey, rie, the alarm is on.

yeah, i noticed.



Iambic in your marching,
formal with a white laced glove,
artistically stained with deep maroon blood.

At once, I found a path uncovered,
a life I strive to lose,
a game I did not participate,
a choice I failed to choose.

Tried to save this page for you, tried to be as strong.

I feel closer to the sky than you, because the Lexus is raised and I'm tilted on our axis. There were more than three fights today. Over something as ridiculous as a Bishop Moore uniform, after I paid for the gas myself. Sad songs remind me of how horrible of a 24-hours I've had. Worst than the day I was expelled.

Hopefully, it'll get easier. But I made the mistake of applying to the wrong Columbia College---kill me.

LondonInkSpot: Tu, ma chèrie, es overattaché à les petites choses qui n'ont pas d'importance.

you think I don't know that by now?

They need to stop talking about me. I'm not this morning's gossip. So, I drank. I might've hit the pipe, and "yer darn right" I kissed both of those boys since they were as trashed as I was. I also didn't get caught, but this is the price I pay. I wasn't trying to be mean to Emma, but, fuck she told. I told her I was sorry. But I've fought with Kathy, Mary, Diane, Guard, Kaleigh, Emma, and Joe today. Not to mention mother dearest.

The ultimate social experiment is a course to discover why in the world I care.
I haven't spoken to Anna in awhile and it sorta bothers me, but I was lying to her either way
it was a joke, to me, but she might be pissed, I doubt it.

"The DA is dressed to the nines
in the mirror he practices all his lines
to his closing argument
twelve hearts beat in favor
I'm guessing that he read the morning paper

the headlines read 'the man hangs!'
but the jury doesn't

and everyone's looking for relief
United States verses disbelief
mothers cast tears on both sides of the aisle

Case Open, Case shut
but you could pay to close it like a casket
baby boy can't lift his head up
isn't it tragic?

he glances at his peers sitting seven to twelve
stacked on one to six the gallery is hushed--
boys in three pieces dream of grand standing in bravado
still he sleeps in a cell not withstanding what we all know
hang on a rope with bated breathe
whichever you prefer

the foreman reached the verdict:
'in the above entitled actions we find the defendant...

guilty, guilty. guilty.'"




*this title has been stolen but the words are my invention.