Jul 27, 2004 14:13
short poems from my short mind:
restlessly strumming or
thoughtfully humming
either way, i come up
with nothing
tirelessly runnning
or bored twiddle-thumbing
either way, i accomplish
nothing
it must mean something
it must mean something
man, it must mean something
to have so much nothing
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(i wanted to make this next one longer, but after a couple of tries, i decided that it's meant to be just this one stanza)
where does the time go?
i don't know, but it took my friends
and left a trail of loose ends
and blurry memories of firm beginnings
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on my first peninsula
i'll lose my last beginning "one"
or at least for awhile
in a bed i'll have just met
i will become a swan and a dinner plate
standing side by side, or back to back
on top of a fault line
i'll feel an unmistakable itch
across my lifeline
the itch of the invisible movement
the fast lane on my palm
and i'm excited -
to accelerate along the coast
speed up like time
maybe if i go fast enough
i'll pass everything