By the time
these words
hit this page
they will resemble not at all
the ones
in my mind
By the time
these words
reach your eyes
I won't even remember
what I
had intended
Old loves
Phone calls out of the blue
Turning litmus back to red
Something in your heart
Might never reach your head
By the time
I finish
these words
I will have compromised
A thought
Distorted it
Until I flail, a turtle on my back
That's not it
This is not what I meant
That's not it at all
I should (could)
have (liked to have been)
a pair (of pants)
Ragged claws
Forgive me
Oh what is worse?
Think back
The books were closed too often
More could have been made
Mouths were closed too often
Until the long black cars forced words out through tears
Words that we might not eat, but surely taste from time to
time
I could have kissed her
I should have kissed her
I should have at least called her
We played together everyday he and I
Dogs barking up trees at us, sap on our hands, looking at
the ocean
Suns sinking on sailing bicycles and sandy summers
Oh what is worse?
Think forward
Oh what is worse?
Think this moment
Oh what is worse?
Think back
Pungent guitar chords rising
With the smoke from our mouths
Ah, the birth of a song!
Plastic pics on six taut strings
Eight taut lips on a small marijuana cigarette
Never laughed that hard
Electric visual music swirling round
Wrapping round my head, going into my mouth
Sliding down my throat with smoke
And grabbing my heart
Oh, can't take no more
Oh what is worse?
Keep thinking back
Steering wheel swirls, talk continues
Dirt thrown back, shock absorbing shock
Talk continues
Secluded spot, seat comes down
Moonlight through clouds, through trees
Through windows through the sheer brassiere
Moonlight stopping on the things there after the brassiere
Beautiful
Oh what is worse?
Think back back
Taking off shoes, crunchy snow will awaken her dad
Dog barking will ruin all all all
Window open climbing in, nightgown warm
Under covers
One finger (ragged claw) sliding under finally the lip of
cotton underpants
Because I love you
Oh I can take no more
Borne (died) back (front) ceaselessly (stop) into (under)
the past
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