if you haven't killed yourself

i live down on the
foot of the hill
where the radio waves
render everything in static

outside the world i am
the object of shadows
cast by monitors
marking living shapes on bare wall

and i am smoking
glowing brightly in the air
i am known to no one
and you are probably drunk somewhere

and you are
the daughter of indifference
and the child of forward minds
which has led you to addiction
and the ignorance of signs

I hope youre
bored out of your skull
watching weather on TV
i hope you threw away the bottle
i hope you're thinking of me

and it is raining
the drops are sliding down the glass
thank god for music
hope you're listening
hope you're both listening

so come on over
and bring your favorite cd's
if you haven't killed yourself
that is

Linkorama