(no ones
jealous but wishes &waits for
better times to greet &join
the past. never remembrances.
just documented. this is just
the same. written polaroids…)
you find yourself sitting on a curb w/someone you should love &there are arm over the shoulder moments &you feel the ocean breeze lift her hair.
its not how i imagined.
if not not now- when?
its wideeyed fantastic.
if not now- when?
its catching a brick when your
city falls.
counting faces in a sea of
eyes when youve no need for
defense.
sunday morning best seen through
a shattered stainedglass window.
spilling your guts to a girl you
fucked but never loved…
they sat side by side. legs
touching. there
a high sense of anticipation
in their words as they braced
themselves for the 7th day
after creation. they knew this was
the birth of envious stares &
didnt care. in between
sounds of mechanical stress they stared &saw
themselves truly as
polaroids in negative…
hands clasped &out of
breath- they remembered to get
drunk.
effortless. effortless- they thought.
creation so instinctive. so
possible… whos hand did
God hold? moments under influence
on apt. floors &late nights
spent mastering those around
them &mastering life- itself
culminated into wonderful. there
was no such thing as wasted time
then. every hour spent in drug
induced silence or drunken
madness or even the midnight sober
kisses. one more philosophic
aspect- but not on purpose.
theyd proven themselves. within an
hour they knew theyd proven themselves
to themselves. fuck thoughts
on notoriety &especially friendship when
something happens…
(confessional of sorts through thinly
veiled poems.
or poems of sorts through thinly
veiled confessionals…)
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