Round Trip
If I forget
or lose the number
or get hit by a bus
or am trampled by geese
or fall down a hole
or sprain my ankle in the dark
or close up my windows and doors
to sit quietly on my floor,
knees to corners,
heart to wall,
I am still thinking
about walking to your house,
kissing your mouth
and walking home again.
or lose the number
or get hit by a bus
or am trampled by geese
or fall down a hole
or sprain my ankle in the dark
or close up my windows and doors
to sit quietly on my floor,
knees to corners,
heart to wall,
I am still thinking
about walking to your house,
kissing your mouth
and walking home again.
posted by k_sra at 6/28/2005 10:14:00 AM
5 Comments:
I love this one. I can't say why.
I like this a whole fucking-shit-of-a-lot, as Fid used to say.
the third member of belfry, the stands to ovate you. i must crawl in a corner and convince myself i'm a poet now.
Oh look! The Belfry, The Boys! And they all came to my party. Exactly what I wanted. I was willing you three here by force of my imagination.
Lukas: oh, stop. : )
no! i'm being serious...the last 15 years of writing have been all in vain! and you can write amazing prose too? jesus....i give up;)
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