milk, cinemacowgirl
__I.
how strange,
of all eternity,
this tulip's the future we picked.
__II.
it's quiet. rare that.
you're entombed in my memory
(enshrined)
I won't wake you up
____(sleep easy my dear)
__III.
the room stares back at me.
_- Are you another ghost?
_-...
_-well?
_-__sometimes.
_-[nod] the socks you're looking for
__are in the other drawer.
_vIV.
I'll close my eyes;
you do it too. on 3.
we're not talking
(but you're this air)
Don't say anything,
I'll show you:
1, 2, __3
__V.
No one's hurt me more.
I've never damaged anyone worse.
That makes it love.
__VI.
Tomorrow: the sum of all
my yesterdays. Add this present
eye-blink. Lick it with infinity's
infinitely hopeful lips. now wait.
not far to go now.
Wednesday, April 23, 2008
Mikrokosmos
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something far away about it. it no longer means what it should.
EXACTLY!
that's it.
3rd time- each time is different.
i still enjoy the vision of a morning interaction- the silence of not wanting to wake up and leave. wood floors and natural light as she finds socks for her cold feet. (my feet are always cold)
---
i love wood floors, especially in bedrooms.
will you allow me to have a favorite?
__V.
No one's hurt me more.
I've never damaged anyone worse.
That makes it love.
it's mine too.
truest one of them al.
ALL fool.
you just worry about when we're going to the beach to count clouds and when we're having dinner.
i'm hungry,
cereal time.
(that would box 2 of 6 is almost finished)
(the above parenthesis was for Ashtree who I'm sure is counting my cereal-box adventures)
Forever counting your consumption of the wrong cereal.. Its all good, ill open up your cereal loving world soon!
p.s. you can't eat wheat?
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