| Re: Ten Diarys work in progress 11/6/04 |
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| john adams (johnqadamsiiinospam@minsuthis.yahoo.com) |
2004/11/06 23:34 |
I really liked the last one
-j.
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> Subject: Ten Diarys work in progress 11/6/04
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> The forensics of divorce
>
> I love you was written everywhere
> like the cliche it is
> the recently not cleaned enough bathroom for the children
> smeared on the mirror
> last nights perfume
> Kaitlyn's makeup kisses on teh wall
> All of Jeremy's dinosaurs were looking out the window
> the accute herd was watching or leaving
> Kendall's stuffed animals and horses too
> Each left recycled cards of birthday and get well
> and she left behind all her dresses
>
>
> .......
>
>
> Just think of it like death or
> many more thereover
> she let eveyont make their last roll
> and told her lover that if she stayed a week
> the world would change
> it did
>
>
>
> .........
>
> Stranger on I4
>
> Did you know on I-4
> the girl with well defined lips and hazerdous
> hair rocking in the seat to an old punk song
> getting on and off
> She blew you a kiss after the dance
> and then you went tough the toll
> Had you wondered where she was going?
> You reminded her of a new Tome
>
>
> ...............
>
>
>
> May I see you?
> I'm only in town for a few days
> Recently as I have thought of you
> I know you taught me how
> to pick up and go.
> Every time before,files I lost
> was manditory and twice
> you taught me to let go.
> I thought I loved you, though I am not sure.
> I do know you.
> My name is Aspasia and you are
> Socrates or Plato
> I am not sure which of the
> memories fit in my self portrait.
>
> May I see you?
> I have been tapped which takes
> great force, I am gathering my fingers.
> I even played for a while on the beaches.
>
> May I see you
> I am broken like a seashell
> in an ocean panting and heaving
> longer breaths does she have
> so that I may live. I want to give
> truths and desire opinions.
> Tedious Petals was my muse,
> I have found another, but this one
> I must heal first.
> The other my undoing and my last words
> "What the hell is wrong with you?"
> I live surely and very
> bright are the berries, much humor
> in those little nuances and
> plasticolor beads.
> My lover taught me the word
> perma-fucked, isn't it lovely.
> She is soft as parshes' rippling without
> a care and slowly loosing the ends of her
> hair. I will free her for she has had
> half of my life.
>
> May I see you?
> I always did belive it made too much sense.
> I'm going to Sait Petersburg and he only
> just confirms my stance. I never di really believe
> anything but I know my power now.
> I see it all.
> Will you help me find the words
> to say hello.
>
> ......
>
>
> The clouds were blooming that day
> and she was all I could see
> blue potatoes were scattered
> teal ink sprayed all the trees
> from upward roots and startled birds
> over the green velvet pond
> filled with babies tailed to limbed
> they rippled.
> The sky was falling with
> the growing morning, melting lightly
> on my neck.
> Softer than sherbet is her skin
>
> .......
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