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sleeping with my fingers crossed under the pillow and ireland in my head. mind hasn't caught up with feet. the room is still yellow. the land still green.
looking for the next puzzle piece is less daunting than finding home. clicking heels and cartwheels. cathedral bells. new york and rome. poetry gone sour as spilt milk.
something in the finish. all wrong. streaks and stains. boxes post marked in memory. two days ago i painted. said goodbye to lardamun. bastard child that wouldn't cooperate. i hoped to paint her stones and clouds. her - you. your special request. sorry love the bastard child in my head wouldn't cooperate. buzzards turned to an eye patch. stone into a jacket. ah well.
i'd be an artist if you could stand the smell of oranges and i the taste of sardines.
today is my only sisters birthday. she said she would visit for my graduation. "graduations are like funerals - more for the living than for the dead" i get her point. either way i hope she likes purple.
looking for the next puzzle piece is less daunting than finding home. clicking heels and cartwheels. cathedral bells. new york and rome. poetry gone sour as spilt milk.
something in the finish. all wrong. streaks and stains. boxes post marked in memory. two days ago i painted. said goodbye to lardamun. bastard child that wouldn't cooperate. i hoped to paint her stones and clouds. her - you. your special request. sorry love the bastard child in my head wouldn't cooperate. buzzards turned to an eye patch. stone into a jacket. ah well.
i'd be an artist if you could stand the smell of oranges and i the taste of sardines.
today is my only sisters birthday. she said she would visit for my graduation. "graduations are like funerals - more for the living than for the dead" i get her point. either way i hope she likes purple.