Jun 07, 2008 18:06
If I had the words to say what I wanted from you
I do not think I'd be asking for much.
The ineffable is so heavy it can make you crazy
sad and lonely. Chasing yr own tail picking rose petals
reading tea leaves thinking you can get pregnant
from watermelons and the world might be flat
if you don't love me -
all the while I know it would be easier to say:
hangover feast, lighter thief, paperback trade,
keen eye for maps, stamina in laughter. Oh
if I could ring out the abstracts I'd really
drink the pulp of you.
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