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| may 16, 2001 I have a frame around my anger, all rusted and broken (Attics can be a rough twenty year season) A black and white An either or Faces that are scorched- and then fade- fade and then scorch |
| may 19, 2001 went down to the water's edge and watched bright lights explode in the sky, curled up in the cold, the loud popping of gun powder scaring everything inside of me and picturing you then, beside me, the light of your face changing: red, green, blue, white seeing you then, curled up in the warmth of her limbs |
| may 19, 2001 There's a fly in the lamp shade, glowing orange There's an orange light that embodies my deep down soul that just burnt out And as the silence of the telephone rings I remember: This is how it's going to be Black pegs off white and all my heroes set free I wish I could have been more than a fighter |
| may 18, 2001 i lie wide awake, you vibrating through my head pots and pans clanking your noise so loud not even a tired voice can over speak enough to say: "i'm tired of you now. i want you to sleep now. sleep, and i will forget you. someday." |
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