let the blood seperate from the water
and each step he takes leaves a bitter
and sour taste on my lips.
way down in the deepest corner of my
somewhat amature mind
there is a painting
with a perfect likliness to you.
smear and smile
quiet wisperings shouting
sprouting tiny bean stocks
one day will be strong enough to
carry my weight
up
up
up
to that cloud castle.
hazel eyed birds that chirp
tiny rythems
reminding me of
Ani songs.
and Ani lyrics.
And poems i have read
and poems i have written
Like a michaelangelo,
you pasted things to your cealing
and wrote upside down in your book
like davinci.
a plug apart from the
adapter.
a goldfish apart from a pong
a thimble a part to my monoply game.
where round and round
we take our turns
throwing away money.
but you say if you had the chance you would take it.
not just sit beside me
wasting your time
talking in my bedroom.
well maybe its just you.
but i think this is my point of view.
i think it is my turn
to turn you down
just this once
i want to make my bed.
and not lay in it.
wanna feed the cat.
turn out all the lights
and pretend im not home
tonight.
not home
till the sun comes
up
up
up.
11:12 am - Sunday, Jan. 19, 2003
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