Ridiculously close, mingling airs.
a
It is human, she grits,
To want and to want and
a
to aaaaaaa want.
a
Can’t tell her that I don’t
understand her,
because then it is just too late
to talk.
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I’ll text you.
You’ll text me?
I’ll text you.
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I know as soon as the line cuts that there won’t be any texting, no email,
no instant messaging.
A connection with someone after a while. While as in months, maybe years, you may as well be dead because it’s not like we talk,
I kind of have new people anyway,
while.
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And, besides, Zimmerman knew when he said that the times they are a changin’,
because they have, and you have, and both of us have,
and now you’re suddenly, abruptly,
strange.
I snap between two extremes:
Happy
and
incapable of rational thought
In another state, in the morning,
freezing in the car.
a
The sun crept over the frozen grass horizon line
as a blues song swelled in my ears and
everything
was calm
and golden;
a
for a moment.
After achieving my shining goal,
I am not sure if I have
the sadness
to keep up
the apparent brilliance
that
let
me
in.
After a long and tiring debate about ethics
(that bordered on an argument)
I could only come to one conclusion:
I still have a smart mouth that snaps, uncontrolled,
at those who dare
to disagree with me-
the smoking, paranoid dragon of my wit.
learning to paint,
a
i am still stuck between the stage where the paint is lost in translation between
the brush, my mind and the surface and
there is no longer any brush,
where my ideas just flow from my fingertips,
and i don’t have to worry about
flat round hog hair sable or what have you.
