yellow

that day when i first met you i thought

the light had gone out

and i was in one of my delusional fantasies

and i'm not pretty

and i'm not good

i can't speak about it anymore

until it's over

(it will never end)

you're pretty and

you're good

you make me wish i could talk forever in the

streets at midnight

but you're not here and you're not awake and

you're not mine

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Josh Glasgow's picture

I'm lucky I know such great writers. It's like, you know. Aristotle learning from Plato. Or however that went. You know. From one master, to the other. And hey, who says Plato didn't learn a thing or two from Aristotle? It's like.. symbiosis. You being a rhinosceros, me the finnicky bird that eats lice off of your hairy backside. I think you get the analogy.
In the words of many old, terrible poets -- "A great write."

Marianne Chrisos's picture

ah. perfection at its finest.