found poem.

Oct 12, 2010 04:30

I found your stories:

I found your mother and your daddy,
your something and your nothing,
your good sex and your good sex

I found your grand cities,
your flashes of molasses country life

I found the love you bring.

I found your stories,
shaking, frost-bit and shivering.
I’ll take all these that you have buried--
This ain’t your treasure now.

acceptable forms of schizophrenia

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