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| may 7, 2001 coming back to you this summer, is leaving you, like a slamming backdoor and then fields blowing You calling my name like in a horse race, and you having the losing horse And my feet never feeling so slippery, so weightless and stressless, tumbling through the long grass fields that I cut once and then let grow long Let it grew so I could run my fingers through and pretend it was your hair, all strong yet breakable I could snap them with two fingers Me having the ability to run more briskly, but choosing to embrace: the clearness, the lightness and wetness and colourful moment of leaving you on the porch, standing like a pole with a green glowing lantern hanging, the spark in your eye |
| may 11, 2001 pardoned from you, not wanting to, but enveloping my tired mind and heart in the dampness of a night when my passenger seat lies empty, but with you all imaginary, sprawled across, your head rested between the seats and your eyes two bright green seeds that glow with every street lamp Within all waking dreams, I feel you grow in me |
| may 16, 2001 my fright wrapped around you now, like a child, shaking thought you could free me, or my fright could free you i want a carriage to ride away on i want a stinging back seat leaving, with my window cracked open wind carressing the layers of skin, now so ready to shed my fright wrapped around the night now, like a storm, shaking |
| may 16, 2001 Couldn't be someone else, full blast microphone. just cold corners, alone and this taste in my mouth: stale. Couldn't be someone else. No third wheel on a bicycle, no toothless emblem of salvation or a bottle of gin. Couldn't be someone else. Just me, all limp and broken and never forgetting. |
| may 16, 2001 Every radio disc jockey, every softly windless day and the perfect lookout. Every act of kindness and stroke of the things we do know. Every time they say beauty, as always, you'll be the only one dancing. |
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