As/Is







1.05.2004


those barking thoughts

thats the word

undone

nothing doing

comes around the bend

never a neon always

disidentified

embracing a majestic

desire with fangs

around a universal

doing and nothing

expanding boring

for the future nothing

every last one

and nothing shiny new

big tomorrow

going on about nothing

then one more

it ends in bits

starts again

and then

statistics