endlessly

Moderation
how can I not talk about it
about how that's
all I can do

I can steer towards there
but like a storm that sweeps through and leaves thunder
you don't have to
so i never had self control

So go pull a rabbit out of your back
or make fun of
someones injury, but

I tried
and I watched and tried again
endlessly spinning in
"no direction"
but I'm still alive
so this is about
good
stuff


.

an interconnected conflirt

and the only thing important
the most important if you include nothing
is that this vicinity
remains innactive


Ok so now I'm prepared to present
something that I've repeated four times
to exclude my being
not ever present
to the other speaker

See  Larry
See  Joan
And their computer, Chris


...

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reach

I drove past the party
I was too afraid
Today has been another failure

.

Sen sen yum yum

and the old
gentle
sound of rain
in the beginning

or the cotton ball
tip in my ear

I don't feel it there
anymore

so,
I'll take my cue from your words
fui guermo yo esmes certo 

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Day 264:

I thought I didn't understand what people were saying
because they were speaking in an unclear manner
making it hard to follow what they were trying to say
and then I realized it was me.

analyzed and expected
time breathes
and grows and from inside a dream
truth changes
it's voice
chirped but unbroken
and loved ever so
much more

Silence passes as the sun does
as the birds open a passageway
into being
something
near
like the wonder
of words together
like the spark
between up and down heartbeats

.

8789788998988.

in hearts heard round the world
the longing for something to last

For there to be time for us to
shape our methods and plans

and edit yesterdays yearnings
into innocent wishes

.

late concert

putting her heart inside mine
i watch her face from the side
a voice
i hear  break gently

so beautiful
and she may be making up all
the words
i see faces watching
below and beside
me disappear into a cloud
as it rains


.

mirror/unmirror

I'm less worried about you throwing me away
than I am about you losing me
when it's too dark for a shadow
too late to search the
spaces between words
what's the difference wondering whether
something will begin or end


or wondering
where this will go now
It means nothing and why I care
is all just in our minds
so we try to make it into something nice
if we have time

.

You're not far away

freed
voices still
hiding between words
 
forgetting
ourselves

and night lifted
by a single

torn paper that
became your lips


/

old adage

I close my eyes and find you in a dream
a smile in the mirror
instead of a cry

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edited version old age

being up near the old newspaper building
and writing this
- no electric here anymore, hasn't been for
about three years
It made me think about why
some things happen the way they do
And how I wouldn't know if something happened up here.

How after Dave visited, as he was leaving
said "tell me when, ...let me know "
For whatever reason his see you later slightly grimaced smile  burned into
my inner tv screen and I have no
idea what he was talking about . Tell him about what? I have no idea...
and I guess that's why I keep seeing his face
Because I'm still wondering in the back of my mind WTF he was
talking about.

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formula

dawn rises
in
flooded space
all right and wrong


because

sometimes 

it's more fun
to not know
what you mean



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