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[_onlysky_]

dancing in a cemetary, 
after working until 5am at the bar
pretending this has nothing to do with you.

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thats my poem for this morning. i am tired. i have been getting steadily more tired as the week pressed on. however, i am definitely doing angels and accordians and am

Comments

[karow]

I could dream of you dancing on mine...

alan

gravely academic

[robin_rule]

It's out now alan,,, I see you hang out and compliment all us poetry babes, but do you think even once to INTRODUCE us to each other..tsk tsk..

Now that's a nice little piece of poetry, onlysky. I live in a small town, really small and we DO go smoke some maritahooni and dance in the cemetery, ok ok it's been 16, 17 years, (i hadda a lil' accident involving a car, black ice and L5 and L4 on my spine about then,so no more dancing for me; but i HAVE done it, and i might just have to go do it again and think of you.) That's for getting into the jane eyre discussion. It made me like you. It made it fun instead of just academia. I love to delve in with my little beach shovel and bucket and throw metaphors and metonymies on the grown ups blanket until they yell, go play poetry somewhere ELSE...

may I friend you? i shall wait til i hear from you, no use stepping on barefeet...

Robin