Recent past
Sit take notes
Tissue box eraser
Conversations do you hear me
How do I forgot this love
Spectacular disease blurring
Deafness glowing mute
Your similar clouds
Bell whistling miss yous
Nauseous this makes me
Your nose I can still draw
Finger trapping keying hearts
Mattress shadows vagabond
Lyric binding me to love
Your arrogant flank
And when you find me
We won’t remember
We’ll be to young
We’ll start all over
This crazy world
Start all over. But to what end? Or be it mere endless repetition?
Right back to were age left us. Unceasing you see..
Indeed. … I hope you will forgive me for “borrowing” your words, Mari, but they inspired me to compose this last night while I wandered through your previous posts: http://georgeellington.wordpress.com/2012/05/05/playful-pondering/
ok…..way out there…but the end reminded me of hurt (good thing) trent Reznor nin…you so amaze me…
You read my mind so effortlessly. Nothing coy about your grandness my friend!!!! xo
I doubt i have much coyness in me..(he said coyly lol)
: )
I really enjoyed this. It captures life perfectly, we get this constant sense of deja vu.
Gosh, yes….
this is a nice capture of life. i was certainly captured by the tissue box eraser. i could really feel that.
Really liked it Mari!