hello 3am.
(my soul walks to Martha's window and stares out.
it ignores the stars and looks at the lights reflected in the water)
i can feel my left kidney, __it is an unusual feeling.
6 months ago i was in china.
it was autumn.
the sun grew off trees and fell like fingertips back to the ground.
12 months ago i was in brisbane.
i was too sad to cry,
i grasped at monday after monday and knew that when i hit the bottom it would hurt. ___(it did
12 days ago i was in los angeles.
i woke and slept and woke and slept.
if i can manage that one pattern i'll eventually find others. the same stars frequent the same bars,
they'll find me and get used to me hanging around too.
i'll make friends.
someone will hold my hand and whisper to me:
_________________________you are here
night has long taken to ignoring me.
hello?
a body left alone for too many nights will know itself as a shadow.
somewhere else someone i love lives their life.
somewhere else someone i once was lives his life.
somewhere else someone i never knew lives their life.
somewhere else someone i could have been lives his life.
somewhere else someone i could never have been lives his life.
i am too many ghosts.
i cannot compete with the company.
sweet bastard night answer me:
hello?
______(night speaks in silence)
______(there is nothing to decode because:
____________________there is nothing left to say.
go to sleep you fool.
Monday, May 19, 2008
nocturne (fragments)
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Correction: you have friends (in LA). cool ones too!
i'm pretty sure i meant with the stars. (make friends with the stars)
of course i have friends (in LA).
of course they're cool.
especially when they're weeks away from leaving.
that's totally the coolest.
ah, the stars! of course, how did i forgot the poet you are?
if you keep trying to make me feel guilty, you wont have any friends in LA after all! muhaha
also, this means, 3 weeks of crazy partying. haaaay
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