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[25 Aug 2003|04:42pm] |
01.
all my color leeching out and away.
mud on my trousers. water in my shoes.
spite in my mind i refuse to say aloud.
never speak ill to the living.
02.
i shudder in an intake of air -
harsh, clawing down my throat.
making my insides colder. frozen
second-hand cigarette smoke.
03.
i hold my hand tightly: rocking back and forth
in my mind: my body rigid in tension.
braced and hopeless. nothing is.
pale and cold and anemic in animosity.
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| fenced. |
[07 Aug 2003|11:17pm] |
would it be that we will just pass our eyes
over those fences separating our empty houses?
lost in familiarity, we forgot how
we built it long ago:
a place for you, a place for me.
a line running through the middle of our minds,
marked by wood stabbing the ground.
tidy and neat and proper -
neither ours by mutual consent,
the last agreement before we walked back
towards our appropriated sides.
(slams of doors substituting for handshakes.)
we built it long ago:
slowly fading into the background, marking
hypothetical ends of what we claimed was ours,
unseen borders.
but it could be
a fence was built to tempt us
to jump across.
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| and tomorrow night might be another evening like this. |
[14 Jul 2003|06:00pm] |
at this point, i blot out
your carpet-staining presence,
further marked with amber-colored
bubbles
and sounds of objects hitting
the floor with considerable
force.
you are so clumsy.
words spill off the mouth,
unthinking;
exposing a nether-brain smellier
than breath and beer
and blood-shot eyes that
cannot keep their focus.
(no wonder it seems
the world was spinning.)
and tell me - what's so fun
about getting drunk again?
i seem to have forgotten.
perhaps
you will, tomorrow:
waking up with the light,
pleasant internal discords of
a wonderful hangover.
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| 575. |
[14 Jul 2003|05:58pm] |
01.
she picks up the bag
that fell. walking in the midst
of a thunderstorm.
02.
at dawn: arms around
the dog noisily lapping
a drunk-aglow face.
03.
looking up, stopping
at a crossroad. seeing the
night's last shooting star.
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| us two. |
[14 Jul 2003|05:55pm] |
Us two
I will fly
to your room
one night
full moon
smiling
we will make
love
away from the world
we will
be
we will dance
waltzing
slow music
gliding
I will
take your hand
lead you
us two
laughing
I will
kiss you
under the night-sky
we will
run away
we will run
away
us two.
rediscovered file dated 01 august 2001.
edited (and had the last word changed.)
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