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11/15/2003

 
from 9/14/2003

three a.m.
and jim is my only friend.
it's indeed getting late
my only friend's not awake
sometimes i shake
my younger brother from sleep
when he speaks to himself
or the ghouls of the deep.

three a.m.
and jim's victim of the trend
that is,
driving off the deep end
before learning to swim.
it's a shame that he drowned
i suppose that he found
the lies that i kept
and those parts of myself
i'd never tell.

three a.m.
and jim's memory suspends.
that is,
i'm becoming james again.
one day we wish upon tomorrow
the next we're living in the past.
one day we're being left
and the next we've been surpassed.
our lives leave us so fast.

my brother worries about me
but what can he do
he looks at me from the top of the sea
but there's just no use.