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[03 Jan 2006|12:45am] |
go ahead, add it up and say
...or tell me whatall is owed after
all the afteralls, the psychosomatic realities
created and denigrated in the same
breath.
and your next
door neighbor is moving house, making
all wrath's racket at one o' clock
on a wednesday morning. and
ten o' clock on a tuesday evening
found you drinking scotch whiskey
and eating a hot dog, alone.
isnt that the way it will go -
and without even saying goodbye!
giving just a fraction-of-a-hand wave
only good for barmaids and
vaccuum cleaner salesmen.
"so what?" say the clouds and
the better judgement of Now's memories
and their unison sings another
realization: sooner or later bliss
and joy will comingle, except that
they are spatty lovers and must and
do go away from each other...
what is happening?
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[03 Jan 2006|01:40am] |
sounds
of a sewers wet
smacking rush
as you walk by drunk,
watching the
periphery and your
own shadow moving.
no one will want to
talk to the night
if its going to be so
dark, like that, all the time.
at some point, of course,
there is no real need
or cause to rebut
or rebuff the(any)
situation at this stage
or hour.
but i will not stop for
even a sip of water
until i am quite sure
that my brain will sleep
as soon as it, in the
case its in, hit the pillow.
i shudder to
think what i may
think as
i drift this evening.
where am i now?
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[03 Jan 2006|02:24am] |
when he told me that
he had no penis, i
said
thats o.k.; i dont know
what to do.
& we had reached
some kind of
understanding.
he is an asshole & i
am crazy; anyone
would say that we are
well-suited for
each other, as far as
the facts are concerned.
& as far as the facts are concerned,
when it gets easy, he will
get bored.
when it gets real, i will
get scared.
when the moment is
slamming its fists to the walls,
banging for some kind
of truth, he will
say nice things, instead.
when all there is is
to do it, & Now stands
toe-tapping, glancing at
its watch, i will
be in the bathroom,
biting my nails.
(i am perfect.
he is perfect.
we are not.)
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