Wednesday, April 26, 2006
with out you / /
be cause of you
i come home
cold / i don't think
i'll ever get warm
again / / /
ah / giant aspirin of angst
you are / another lesson
in cold hands / numb fingers
& a tired heart / /
& every good plan / certain lee
goes a stray / & every good plan
& every good plan
twill twill i say / angst shall be upon me
on cold blue days / when spring final lee arrives
you see / we sit down town /
call me stalk er
ah / easy talk er / / easy to find /
sitting in front of the book store
the sun is warm / here / there /
it's the petty things that count / the put downs
the / your not doing it / fast enough / soon enough
good enough / no / no / it's never enough
& i wish / / to run run run / a way
i thot it was with you / but some days are tell ing
oh i tell you / some days / there are so many things
to talk about / so many things to bring bring a person
down / /
i've decided / to run / a lone
/
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Gosh, the last line stabs me.
You know, Lynze wrote a poem about how your work makes her feel. Have you read it? Her poem captured it perfectly. It's how I feel reading your words.
There's flight here, yes. And song.
I've decided to run alone.
Oh, my. I should have that tattooed on my body.
Good, good, good to read you, Finch.
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