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The day I met you
The day I met you you meandered through the aquarium without the guise of an hourglass ripple
and all the fish(ies) schooled about you as if you or your shadow wasn't there
Perhaps I was a shark that day.
Blood Red
I've got blood on my hands no, just paint but imagine it trickling down my arms falling color red expanding painting a vast, crimson, fiery sea and upon it I'd drift alone floating under a climbing scarlet sky the blood hot ruby sun burning bleeding through a tepid breeze descending to land lightly upon me
Autums Fields
See me at days end plowing autumns fields in the cast of a casket orange-leaves fall I see them landing on my cool body on the earth I plowed the patterns of a graveyard soil as fresh and blooming autumns flowers thrown on my chest as days go by in the woods by the water I won't decay as autumns fall
The lamplight stood
The lamplight stood phasing her
I didn't know how to say "separate yourself from the thinnest of filament"
She said "what?" breaking the silence and our eyes met
We jointly put an x though the idea of our own future children and thought unspoken as to how to fight the state for our romantic freedom
Remind me to:
take a photo of the library bathroom The checkboard floor beneath the couple of urinals add a misspelled scrabble game photograph the line of sinks
and outside that sign that says" (growing smaller in repetition) Quiet Quiet Quiet Quiet Quiet Quiet Please be Quiet People are studying
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