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Saturday, January 15th, 2005
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2:53 am
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i feel repaired by his certain way
of smiling under the covers
the second hand is approaching
the middle of the moon...
bells jangling in the distance
bind me back to him
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| Sunday, January 2nd, 2005
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2:49 am
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lite-bright clown in the dark
slurry vision, blurred speech
the star goes out from atop the tower
goodbye prince valium
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| Sunday, May 23rd, 2004
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7:46 pm - drunk in the cellar
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instance of letters
that went through rose commune,
there he sits on that chair
there he waits for my return.
dandelion seeds went all over
the factory skyline
while i was under the lowest part
of the cellar.
checking the moon time
i would earn my lesson...
i would take from the barrel
as i would. i would take for myself
the imaginary man
that had become real.
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| Saturday, May 22nd, 2004
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5:06 pm
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poor wednesday behind
the mini-bar,
paris and their little marble counters,
men and their bourbon with tea;
where he took me,
flashlight purple against the wall
looking like a buried treasure
sparkling in the womb.
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| Monday, May 17th, 2004
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7:25 pm
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silently they near me
ponds shine under child suns.
numbered and sure like a stone
you collected, the sins and the
paths, followed by spring.
"dear child, truth is ill. we
get by and then our illusions
are gone." maya wonders of
the mares & black trees, sitting
under the shifting willow.
i bring her tea leaves and offer
rubyless hands. my shadow withers
at the light of wanting death.
"there isn't any thing to do
any more, now that the moon
burned out."
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| Friday, May 14th, 2004
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6:51 pm
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i think i see his car creeping among the weeds, the road narrow & orange.
glow worms go in lines, into their flower holes. the weather cheats us
and the same nights appear in dreams. all around me the flowers are neon
and glowing like fake lawn lamps. i've given myself to his heed before.
the car stops and is invisible. my mind wakes to another dream of moths,
a dream of his raining shadow.
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12:47 am
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"it's what happened at the time."
"i couldn't control the blooming."
feelings like gossamar pulled
into ripples. rooms filled with the attic
scent of his disappearing.
i lost everything when it turned spring
and they counted my seven lives.
the pond surrounded with wheat
is filling up with fireflies,
violet colors of misty evening.
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| Monday, May 10th, 2004
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12:45 am
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seeing the face in the white flower sing
with glittering cobwebs around green leaves
no wonder her wonderland seemed so grand
as she held the two mushrooms in her hand.
current music: guided by voices
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| Tuesday, May 4th, 2004
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2:20 pm - champaigne
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me in my black dress;
what have i been given,
where my nightly armour comes down,
slips and sheets in moonlight glory...
leading me into the dark room again,
little dots of green from the clock,
he takes me into his kindness
and i endure the night that is ours.
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| Monday, March 22nd, 2004
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2:11 pm
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glow star / a garden glow
i walk in a pink nightgown
hum to songs
that remind me of you
feel like a scoundrel
thinking sex stories as i
pass through the rusted gate
into the dark alley.
who will wait for me now,
this time...
what have i to offer?
this pink bead in my hand.
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| Saturday, March 20th, 2004
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5:44 pm
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march winds outside a shabby window,
he wrote me a letter in my dream.
something about a pumpkin patch,
ice cream men passing by the boneyard.
he mentioned nothing of love,
nothing of the place he hides.
here i am swallowing a heartshaped pill,
looking out the window.
there is nothing but absence
to show for all i've done.
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| Thursday, March 18th, 2004
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5:37 pm
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remembering the look on the moon's face
i should've known it would end soon,
petrol rainbows on the cracked driveway.
he rode his bike away into the dark street of trees,
and left me with my sleeping house,
my ufo televison.
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| Friday, January 2nd, 2004
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6:21 pm
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| hiding behind the peony bush |
| the treetops like clouds in |
| early evening, i watch him |
| ride his green bicycle around|
| the corner into the alley. |
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| Thursday, January 1st, 2004
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6:18 pm
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| bones that glitter |
| like rabbit fur |
| i'm peeking around |
| the graveyard |
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