Wednesday, March 02, 2005
When you wait for me
When you wait for me
like rivers crossing
is this gravity word against
word? Diction won’t save
us, water gets cold,
And you wanted to grow -
mark your tensions like
a calendar in thick red ink,
Older, the pages don’t stick
in these slender embraces,
perforation holds no mistakes,
the wet pages
make little noise on water, and so
this is our life not together
left with the gist of bar-
stool biographies
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3 comments:
Hey!
Intersting thing you said: 16 - 45, that sounds pretty crazy to me, but it will always depen on the special circumstances, no?
How old are you?
Anyway, the story I was talking about.... the age seemed to be one of many complications :-P
Thanks for your visit! I've answered in the same post you commented!
lala: The only occupation that's more bullshit than writing poetry is that of talking about writing about poetry.
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