5/23/09

i just continue to think of you.


at the sounds that i fell in love with one year ago,
i remember you waving,
the scents of fermented milk and grapes cutting through the air,
scooping folds of our dresses and tufts of our hair.

i hear words selected so delicately,
to describe you,
the way that we could have been.

almost thirteen months since may,
i still think of you.


at the taste of another,
i wonder why i never meet the man of the moment
as you were.


5/17/09

tricks swing in and out.
with smoothness from practice and nature.
the tiered crowd calls for specificity.
i am unfit for any of it.

our twisted ankles twist to join.
to step, simultaneously, over puddles of piss,
in tunnels which lead to ocean sources.

i have yet to admit anything about the smoke that i consume,
and what the grey curls to become.
pictures of you, as you are?
can i believe in something so supreme?

we are not gods; only men,
who link ourselves to animals.

not sacred.
not fallen.
not responsible.

we hide with other bones,
waiting for discovery.
the link to declare us all free.


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