13 March 2007

I am no good at poetryyy.

ONE

shake rattle shake
rattle rattle crash
you take a long drag from a half-lit cigarette.

grey. light grey green blue grey.
the blue in the purpled sky- i see orion -
a park stream
your snow topped car:
you have beautiful eyes.

embers.
the faint glow from the backseat
shivers and dies,
glass-bound marijuana makes it all epic.

snow is falling, heavy now.
i write you write, anais nin speaks.
you bid me good night, love, and peace.


THREE (I didn't like twwwwwwo.)

intrinsic?
external.
bright but not so bright.
always slightly.. off.
giggle god greed sex:
life? death, ambivalence.

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