Fragment #4 (Oct 13, 1998).
...an obligatory "I've been dumped" poem. Its just too cliche.
Da Boot
SLAM !!! (slam...slam...slam.......)
"Oh! That's gotta hurt."
That sound echos
with chin-jutted, stiff backed reverberations
seals and penquins shuffle in
amoung the cold, empty boxes and shriveling ficus
as drywall tape peals off the transforming walls.
"Hmmmm. Curious. Ice really is transparent blue."
Packing, rearranging memories
to the sound of a stepping french salsa quartet
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dividing up mixed bookshelves and confused, shivering cats
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I dreamed about you again this morning.
Well, it wasn't really you
just someone kinda like you
Some icon. Some shiny, polished part of you
those perfect pieces
that only live in the mirage of sleep.
Not the you that said "no"
when I offered forever
or the you that always doubted.
I know this you doesn't really exist
This you never has
this you exists
only in desire, lust or loneliness
Remembered when someone has said "no"
because I couldn't offer forever
and I spent too much time doubting
Its no longer enough to wish.
To remember.
To recreate.
now its enough to see the sun shine through a pine bough
or smell fresh juniper berries on a foggy hill side
to walk a whole day just to see a rock or stream.
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