poem
June 1 2006 at 5:19 PM ses.me
i bring you in. my o. and hold you sweaty. i tell you.
i am going to bed now. commercials assail. you follow.
i bring you in. my words. my nightly rambling. i seem
pushy. i am. wanting not to see you sitting in the
same place. for so long. have a show. of what your
beauty makes. wanting to seem silent inside while i
explode.
you bring me in. your dream. which seems vacant and
slow. a nice place to rest. i watch my pieces
swirling. things. sitting by the garbage that i used
to love.
4:15
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