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from across a void
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from across a void
i sometimes still get words by
about bills
about art
my job about the fact that I
cannot stop enjoying lying and the hum of beer. I
am not a very capable orator. I
cannot still carry most other words across the void I
remember the heavier parts of the alphabet
several of them were names
the rest were religions I had wanted to be a part of and
,
well, I won't mention it here but they
were all too great to take with us I can still hold 'surrender'
in my arms well. I
miss the words
mammary and tongue but not
"genitals," all that extra math was so hard to carry over
i miss it yeah the good times were like
the way a fresh shuttle launch leaves the sky but you know sometimes I
sometimes i am glad there is this. emtpiness. between.us.
Sometimes I can still kiss you through all this refracted light, get
off of it. We've parted lips denser than
oceans. So where do you expect this water to go to as well,
then? There is no image that will stay
on the skin of a lakebed. Mostly I
just enjoy dripping together. Mostly I still want you to think
of me as a clever tool
than a mistake. I will glimmer across a pond like
a soda can all cut up among the water and the moonlight if
if it gets you to focus your eye on me a little longer.
Across this void
I cannot say I miss your touch more than I do the
movies, or my own awful paintings
in all their mushy reds. Cheap brushes litter both sides
of this divide. We're sitting here staring at our laps and trying
to decide if a fossil is better
than a cocoon. A caterpillar cannot be forgiven. For leaving. I
think it is funny that cocoon's are eaten in India. Mostly I think
it's a shame what's happening here
we're at a divide and well, I
can't feel any warmer above the water, as below
and no longer understand which side is reflecting the other. I
realize that I have been detonating this void
out of my own desire
to desire other desires
mostly i had hoped to carry desire across the void
to have it, also, do a metamorphosis. I see now that you cannot
change the skin of a woman the way you can a title
on a long poem about the void. Mostly I
was hoping you wouldn't read this mostly I
didn't want the smuggling to stop I
need these few words
to breathe I
Mostly I, it's so damned hard to live with the void square on my
lap. Mostly I've been trying to just
figure out the best art to, I need to get across some words
or get them across, I've been trying to at least these words are
not the shining tinsel that you had hoped would reflect the moonlight
from the brass band
from the ocean
from the Sun, across the void I'm trying to say, these words are
not the heaviest
shamefully, but they're yours and well I
I mostly just wanted to let you know that
I was really sorry for the way that I am
and I'll make it up to you.
