HOMO No.7
HOMO No.7
Queer Life
HOMOzine

Π (Pi)



Sipping my cup of coffee,
it seems as if a thin layer of dust settles on the surface
How long has it been like this?
Lately I've been painfully pathetic
Playing solitaire for hours in hopes of distracting myself
from my looming doubts
I sit and smoke a cigarette
in the dimly lit dungeon my room has become
The smoke forms beautifully drawn silohuettes
Everything seems to stand still

Why does one without a plus-one add up to zero?

An impossible enigmatic equation to life
I've become part of my mattress
Familiar with every crevice of my room
I know there's a great big world out there,
much like the one I've seen on the T.V. screen

I'm fucking starving
I'm tired of these tiny portions of intimacy
...but I take what I can get
Everyone else has what they need
Aren't I beautiful?
I wish i could solve the equation, but I'm not good at math.

--Lucas Black