Wednesday, April 17, 2002

Re-usable beyond anything i've ever known,
past tense terms i can feel
like fluttering strips of red curtains--
drawn tightly to the window seal.

the days drop like rain collecting
endlessly along my arms that hold
her so close, her blouse soaks wet.
there's a burning moment, so intense,
no excuse in the world for
all the irritations i get.

we write papers for grades
and she can't stand the fact
that i'm looking at everything she made.
so she has my heart
sometimes in her lavender bag,
carrying it out the room:
"I'll be back soon." she said.

you know you don't have to apologize
because i've done that a hundred times.
just look at me to understand that
those diamond rings in your closet
doesn't have to be your major crime.
a part of us thinks about that and cries,
but it's the setting horizon
and you looking at me
with those glorious blue eyes.

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Thank you Cleveland, you rock!

Song of the Day:
1.) Van Morrison - Mama said there'd be days like this.

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