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Should've Gone to Specsavers
I asked you
to make me yours.
I don't think you noticed.
Mutterings of a Confusionite
How easy it is to get lost in the elegance of a warm,
spring day's lie in the parky grass. Even the birds are just
Grass has a tendency to tickle away worry and the
false walls of clashing emotions and meaningless trials to
find out who gets put in charge of what. Like any of us is
any good at anything.
Windy air and warm yellow photons. Tastes like love.
Meanwhile, it's all spinning and gliding through space,
so that we can all enjoy it again another day.
I just wonder where the hell it is we're going.
Houses in the Night
amid the lights of the city,
and the fireflies-
a light in the sky
Watching, I wonder if I
am the only one to wonder
is such a whiny bitchwhore of a manthing.
Banjos rule. *runs*
-not titled- -at all-
The rattle of a bridge in Manhattan
just hit the streets of people going to work,
filled the air,
danced between the radio waves,
a n d
p a s t my w in d o w
I wonder what else is happening...
smell like years ago;
stale, rainy wasted afternoons
nothing to worry about not having done.
But it's all
Yet we open the windows and
musical memories shake the mountains and skies-
Maybe there's still time to do
The one about the clouds
The clouds are leaving-
legions of them-
drifting to sea;
to somewhere else.
My Friends and I
My friends and I were talking about
Well, I was talking about, to a few friends
Or- that's to say
You see I have no friends, but if I did
Anyway, I was wondering about the orbit you chose,
And how it's so different from everyone else's-
I suppose I want to know how you decided on it,
How you knew it was right,
Because obviously it's something you were going to have for a very long time,
And you had to know you'd be happy with it for a very long time,
You had to be sure-
You had to be
I was hoping you could tell me how you knew-
So that I might be able to know, too.
I hope I'll hear from you soon!
Michelle waited for a long, long time,
But she didn't get a letter back.
Probably because she wrote it to a planet,
But let's not go there.. it's cold.
And he took sadness in his hands,
cast it into the night sky.
Things became better.
Abandoned ChapelThe parish waits now,
the loneliness of corners
crawling outward on walls--
chipped away by the wind,
and held together
by silk spindles;
cobwebs align them like the membranes of memories,
the cut of a jewel in an broken window
against the sun
where beads of rain
gather in a mesh of strands
a new Mosaic
against the backdrop of a cemetery;
My eyes seek out the sermon
in close proximity,
paint no distance
between headstone and cloud;
elegies topple each other
in their climb to heaven
as light trickles
over the shade,
breathes a new glow over snuffed candles.
I feel the weight in these empty rows,
how a breath couldn't cease to be breath
in the midst of prayer.
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