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Friday, June 27
(random stream of consciousness writing on notepad.
i hate the new blogger. i dont feel comfortable trying to write poems in it. so i suggest notepad or something comparable to it on a mac since i dont know if macs have notepad. but i lurve it. mush)
going
and ex
ploding
and re
vising
how the
changes
keep
ing
flow
never
stepping
in the
same
place
twice.
and you twisted
and fottered
and spat on the
ground, and i
listened and sauntered
and felled you all
down, and you
realized and grabbed
her and loved her
around, and i
stayed and i pondered
and swept up
the sound.
and sweetly and slowly
in tunes and in rhymes
and freely and flowly
you criss crossed my
dreams of compassion that
never came true my
old vows my cliches my
life bound in you.
and sometimes on warm nights when the sun doesn't set
i pretend you're the shadows of my cigarette.
it was the laugh. springing
across the soggy trees, the
black sky, the color of a
rotting lime, the nights of
summer, the bruised air.
in a line. the line the light forms when
you smile, the line your mouth forms when
you move, the line my hands take when
i leave, wringing between two emotions,
two different shades of bitter, the me's and the you's.
and it's time to stop when your
eyes look empty, and the window
is open with no sound coming
through, just heat and static
of a thousand radio waves.
in the
end
there
is no
me's
or
you's,
just
us and
jesus.
Giorgie 1:07:00 AM
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