Feb 25, 2007 22:46
It's almost ready
You know it when your hands are not as smooth as they used to be
You know it when you sing along between 3 empty walls while the remained one is a memory
of her, in the market, friday noon, nothing much to do
galloping sickness in your mouth
adding up yesterday's wet kiss
You know you're ready
You know it When you sit and complete somebody\s sentence
like a clown merging love letters with decorations
for your chest has a birthday party
for you have been opening and closing it way too much
for too many people
it's just a surprise party
nothing much to celebrate
except for the effect
You know it's done
When the best part comes to hand
You hold it and play with it
flat, like a child
flat, like your brain
flat but
man, if i had the words for the excitment
to come
and never go back again
it's my home.
and whenever i wanna go travel
and whenever i miss it
or her
i'll go in between the streets of hers
nearby the market
in and out
until i will be unhappy again.