half_asleep_poem_nineteen raze lately i've been sleeping through it. like liver, i should have listed my surprise. in the cemetery i screamed, "let go of me," preaching electric plans. you're like me. you sit when things don't go your way and wait for your eyes to fill you. in dark suits, there were moments of salvation. now the memory of your smile is just a fancy way of keeping us fed. 221213 what's it to you? who go blather from