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June 5th, 2012

34.3 @ 05:26 am




it feels moist
doesn't it?
I put my fingers in the dirt
through the mulch
dog shit
broken glass
and cigaret butts
I planted seeds
damnit
where's the rain?
I was promised rain for a week!

the light was the same when I went to sleep today
as when I woke up
but that was all squarely in the day
though it looked like twilighting

but
it feels moist
doesn't it?
even if there has been no water fall today
and the little patches of earth
cut through the cement out there
are just as filthy as they were
when I was with them

I've been rolled in a ball the whole day
spasmed like sleeping cats and snapping turtles
songs from my youth
and some fifteenth century incarnation

I want a name and a face
damnit
one that works
gets things done
lures in the ladies
and the sharks

my salt lamp isn't cutting it
and I can't seem to find the sun in my heart that I swallowed last decade
the light is dim
wan
not even wet
I need cleansing
I need blooming
giant turtle's eyes
don't blow your mind with "why"s

.iP

 
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