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| he caughs-startlingly-daddy, that's not your name-leave-but don't touch me-close your eye lids-purse your lips-exhale the soot you eat-and you've drown in it-hotel lobbies-all feel the same-so unmistakably memorable-waterfalls and baby grands-breakfast lounges-palm tree carpet - no - that was in the airport..little raised bumps circulate with my draining blood. a coldness from the loss has come over me, and i smile. looking out a paris shuttle, my arms linked loosely around a pole... a small child speaks to me in a foreign language, i smile back.. he seems confused as to why i cannot comprehend.. and looks away. i reach for my pockets, but they've fallen off, and i watch them swirl in the trail of exhast. uncomfortable mixed so closely with these faces.. none appear familiar, this moment i know will be lost with the rest of my memories of waiting. yet i want the anticipation to last forever.. for always on my way.. | | |
| woman in the park; Her eyes are beautiful shades of irridescent green and blue, little flecks of gold cluster around her enlarged pupils - yet I can see how they've faded with time. Her hair is knotted and twisted from the beatings and her arms and legs are thin like bones but her gut and ass stick out like over-filled waterballoons in tight pajamas. She snarles as the cars drive by, and yells out but can't remember her children's names. The man she lives with is never her husband, and he fucks her whenever the moment isn't right. She'll take it in the ass for some extra cash. and she never fails to need a cigarette. She's never had a favorite food because she just gets high and eats whatever she can find. Her feet curl under her legs and the end of her nose is caroding with mold. Is this picture all too familliar? can you feel the goosebumps down your inner thighs? Like a basketball rolling down the driveway toward the street- the cars go wizzing by, and your brother screems at you while you chase the spinning orange ball. Your arms outstretched and your nose to the floor-the extra large flip flops catch under your toes on gravel and your face crashes into the blacktop.SMACK.teeth fly and before a drip of blood can emerge, out the corner of your eye you see the wheel skidding smoke clouds on the street. You lost your head that day on the road, and I listened to your brother cry till almost last year, when he gave up talking all together. | | |
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The Accident:
Friday March 10, 2006
Before:
After:
I have a severed left knee, a sprained right ankle, and a broken left wrist.
The driver walked away to juvi without a scratch.
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| you might get shot tomarrow, tomarrow may be the day you die
some how some where you will stop breathing, then how will you feel
the day i met you, you seemed so complete
so placid and neet you could have shoveled off all of your defeats into one large pile of soot and gravel and burned it into ash so that your soul would feel complete. how wonderful it sounds to dance among the wild flowers. and sing incantations of love and play instuments to serenade the children off to sleep. They days draw nearer to life own and your defeat. Breathe slow in deep and feel the breeze. feel the sky, touch your body and see all the goodness you have caused. make love lasting and slow till the time you come out and leave this place that makes you suffer and tears unrest. Slip into your pain and wriggle out your tears through pours that run all the way to your toes.
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| take me back when the nights were warm
and the skies were light
and one could take their time to get from here to there without the harsh bite of the winds.
deep breaths, awake through the night,
the warm feeling of the afterglow slides down my back.
purple skies and tree frogs,
hot sand and the summer breeze
take me away where i belong,
back to october trees
when you and me
we were three
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