rambling flyers -- P13 for content

I just wrote this in class...a bunch of thoughts...yeah I'm having a very textbook ADD day. it formated differently on the computer but c'est la vie. otherwise enjoy.

CL

rambling flyers

dolly flings herself
from bridges
everyday
trying to find the truth
in words
and mementos
fates to spend eternity
searching for the answer to
life
even though its at the
bottom of the
film canister
left in the moldy
glove compartment

carl spends
his last dollar
on day old liquor
and warm beer
trying to
erase all
the memories
of
nights alone
with nothing but
his red gaping soul
bared for only
the stars
and the moon
to see

dora watches
the people patter along
below
from
her upstairs
apartment
waiting for
the white knight
to carry her away
into the
blazing sun

patrick
--so petrified with
shady tampered rivulets
of blood
scathing the
inside of the pale pelt
of the inner thigh--
scrubs himself clean
with
a dirty rag
trying to salvage
his own
sanguine smeared skin
wondering
if he’ll ever stop
lying to himself
about
liaisons in dark always
the
way
lips feel against his skin
and
how another’s
flesh feels inside

peter runs headlong
into the brick
wall
that so resembles
sanity
and relationship
he’s determined
to cave
it in
at it’s base
his mother

maria
so full of grace
injects
knowledge of ancients
and poetry of
kismet
with the ability of
a user
the jail cell
of repeated historical fact
is a cage
and
people call her
addict
but she’s so sure
she’s normal
this addicted to beauty