a single stripe of turquoise might,
maybe, change the way we see the world.
a few falling crystals (God, how she missed her)
do.
and here i am, huddled in my sweater
bleeding
waiting
but i know, i know
i know i know i know i want to
i want to.
so if we can look to the mountains,
play a sweet song
(rip off noah word for word,
and pretend it isn't wrong)
find the best of things
wish for love and wings
(and rip off kyle swartzwelder
anytime he sings.)
... i didn't finish this one.
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5 comments:
1) well, of course you read it. you're dependable. unlike those other miscreants with whom we associate.
2) kyle swartzwelder? and you accuse blake schwarzenbach of having a funny name )<
3) well i believe in man more than nature. looks like we balance each other out!
blake schwarzenbach is 41 years old and teaches in new york. thus, i have not met him, nor have i flirted with him. PLUS he professes that he likes to be alone. (as you can see, there are many factors stacked against me, but that does not prevent me from having a giant mancrush on him.)
p.s. how did you meet this guy??? is he local? should i be worried???
p.p.s. jklol about that last bit
whoa, it was not wrong. it was five words and i put it in quotes.
anyways, this was a good (half-)poem.
wow. i'm a slow one.
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