GE april 27,2005

pulling
piling
on top
avalanche
suffocating
or at least
until i pass out. i
m even noncommittal
in this.
tears fall
but only
from the left
eye the one
you cannot
see on your
side of the bed
solitude
among the snoring
with all of the
60 watts
accompaning
in the all
american boys
choir melody
harmony in unison
edison and ideas
we bring good things
to those who wait
and get it understand
wherever it falls
lands in the farmers field
and never grows
draw lines in the sand
trapped and lost
balls and playbooks
tiny little pencils
to jot down saddness
our eights and
mountains of epiphanies
symphonies a whim
he and i so far
apart in this queensize
headache feet
a shufflin tap
steps and two left
feet doc clad
in every other
color of the rainbow
(what else does a seventeen
year old do with her money)
somewhere over and above
all expectations
pennies in the fountain
at the echelon mall
rats and high hopes
writer's college
writer's circles
writer's block
tugging and nervous
supping with the big
wigs and craig said
he could really see
greatness and chap books
hiding and scared
off and defeated
by bad boys and body fat
lifetimes of tomorrows
starve and shed a few and
then all will be well
with my soul
my constitution
besides we are
out of egg whites
and browns segregated
from basic understanding
polar opposite
of your first
inclination and eachother
in this sunni
triangle this heat
stroke and stroked egos
and man,am i ever over
dressed to the hilt
halmark cards and x
o did't you know how
it reaches me in
my high tower
how it crashes
the self imposed prison
in pieces
dumb letters full of
wonderful mush and girly things
pooh stickers and why didn't you ever send me....
peace and sunsets and home
on the far range of feelings
feeling cold and empty and
alone still
afteralltheseyears.
see me.stop.
find me.stop.
s.o.s. stop.



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