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Day 2,000,001
Dear Diary, you know it's me
Who else could it possibly be;
Strangled in in a mess I call a life.
Until someday that I can say,
"This world is fine, I guess I'll stay."
Someone, somewhere, will have to peel an eye.
Wherever all my whims take me
To tones of drunken, stuttered glee
To places that I never could describe;
In rooms of smoke and dancing flesh,
In lonely moments, lost in time.
The range is too extreme and suits me fine.
Brian McKeon ©1999
E-mail: mckeonb@kpgraphics.com
