Old is New is Old
It seems an appropriate time to start having those thoughts again.
The sun is gone and the rain is thick
heavy fingers of wet pulling my hair and scratching my shouldersjagged worming drops.
I sell my pride with vacant eyes.
My jaw is set but the cause is futile
(My jaw is not set as I think it is. I am slack in everything.)
because I want what was ill-conceived.
My nightmares are real and my windowledge is slick
My nightmares are slick and my windowledge is real
My nightmarewindowledge
jagged worming drops.
I wish
Shh
Wish for a blinding darkness
I wish shh shh shh -- but I get an iron halo. Slip slip.
Slipslip over and over my slickslick over
nightmarewindowledge.
Follow those jagged worming drops.
posted by macaroon at 10:57 PM
7 Comments:
You totally inspire me...In a crazy twisted slippery sort of way, thank you lola, thank you for being you...
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Lola: Why oh why can't I read you? I love the new look but for some reason it's cutting off half of what you write. Damn Blogger or my computer (but she's new and lovely so it can't be her). What to do? What to do?
Which half? What part?
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you are a hot mama
Couldn't help thinking of this, when I read this:
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Oh, anonymous, that's so appropriate. And I don't even get credit for knowing how wrong it all is. Too be fair, the contrast is for anonymity, but the rest is true. Devastatingly true.
Emo glasses. I should be that cool. Thank you for the wake-up call. No more poetry. Cheers.
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