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you are more inconstant than the consistency
of pudding
more apathetic than a tiger in the zoo
i love to loathe your sarcastic wit
and heavily clouded
tragically distant
sapphire eyes
i am the marine layer you have to hate
rarely refreshing
commonly stifling
you resent my attention
because you must have it
we are the bad movie they play
over and over at eight
you accidentally started watching,
(not this one again!)
but you can't look away
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"If you like my poems let them walk in the evening, a little behind you.
Then people will say 'Along this road, i saw a princess pass on her way to meet her lover
(it was toward nightfall) with tall and ignorant servants.'" (ee, duh)
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i bet you remember
two nights
of divine dreaming undressed
delectable dilapidated mornings
sweat rolling off the tongue like ice cream
melting by the moonlight
the rolling and rocking of my vision
the ecstatic push
the impatient pull
the beat the beat the beat
the truth driving home
exploding and settling on us
a mist so fine
marinating until dawn
until the morning
when i leave the cave
and blink in the sunlight
i remember
all the walks we never took
salt foamy sand between toes
that never touched under a table
at a coffee shop we never went to
or the pinwheels and meals
you never took me to
the countless inside jokes
we never had
i remember the sun
and the clear blue sky
we never held hands under
and i know why
i know why
there will never be
another night to remember
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my road trip was amazing, what a way to start the new year

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if i had the love
of a color
the sentiments would have been blue
my love of the moonshine
at midnight
could dull the most marvelous hue
if i had the love
of a mem'ry
the fading away would be new
my love of the sweet
the drum of my heart
echoes two
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this life of
yellow ribbons and majestic
where touchandtasteandsmell
are disregarded
in the world of tangibility
western logic and
chemical perfection
who knew (they
were animals) and had to share
the very breath
with juniper
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if only my heart could grow some legs
it would walk away from you
and your sweet nothings
misdirected passions
stubbornly indifferent barriers

if only my heart had a voice
it would say "no you
cannot hang your hat here you
cannot fool me with soft sweet words
and sweeter caresses(that make me feel as though the fabric of life and love and being is wrapping me in a safe warm coccoon of down and silk the edge of a cloud the peak of a swell the twirling infinity of apple blossoms surrounding you and me and our lips our fingertips)i will not be ignored"

but my heart sits in your palm
crippled and mute
trapped by longing
unable to scream

Current Mood:
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Women are irrational, that's all there is to that!
There heads are full of cotton, hay, and rags!
They're nothing but exasperating, irritating,
vacillating, calculating, agitating,
Maddening and infuriating hags!

Why can't a woman be more like a man?

Men are so honest, so thoroughly square;
Eternally noble, historic'ly fair;
Who, when you win, will always give your back a pat.
Well, why can't a woman be like that?
Why does ev'ryone do what the others do?
Can't a woman learn to use her head?
Why do they do ev'rything their mothers do?
Why don't they grow up- well, like their father instead?
Why can't a woman take after a man?
Men are so pleasant, so easy to please;
Whenever you are with them, you're always at ease.
Would you be slighted if I didn't speak for hours?
Would you be livid if I had a drink or two?
Would you be wounded if I never sent you flowers?
Well, why can't a woman be like you?

One man in a million may shout a bit.
Now and then there's one with slight defects;
One, perhaps, whose truthfulness you doubt a bit.
But by and large we are a marvelous sex!
Why can't a woman take after like a man?
Cause men are so friendly, good natured and kind.
A better companion you never will find.
If I were hours late for dinner, would you bellow?
If I forgot your silly birthday, would you fuss?
Would you complain if I took out another fellow?
Well, why can't a woman be like us?

Why can't a woman be more like a man?
Men are so decent, such regular chaps.
Ready to help you through any mishaps.
Ready to buck you up whenever you are glum.
Why can't a woman be a chum?
Why is thinking something women never do?
Why is logic never even tried?
Straight'ning up their hair is all they ever do.
Why don't they straighten up the mess that's inside?
Why can't a woman behave like a man?
If I was a woman who'd been to a ball,
Been hailed as a princess by one and by all;
Would I start weeping like a bathtub overflowing?
And carry on as if my home were in a tree?
Would I run off and never tell me where I'm going?
Why can't a woman be like me?
Current Music:
cat stevens
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I am a sweater in a makeshift washbasin
my fibers ground into each other
squeezed and crumpled
stretched and wrung
i lay limp on the clothesline of your uncertainty
swaying in the inconstant breeze of affection
ignoring the sweet scent
drying up with each word
shrinking with every caress
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This morning I ate peanut butter toast crunch
in an orange bowl
it was so simple to the greeks
still wearing last night's shirt
pandora and her damn box
they stayed crunchy, even in milk
Nietsche once said hope was the greatest of all evils
the floor needs vacumming
because it prolongs the suffering of man
maybe I'll do it tomorrow
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