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Monday, January 10, 2005


(this is not a poem)

sadness can cool fingertips. tired with the weight. heavy with blue. flushed with bitter cold. it's trickling in my ears.

our will is more potent that fifty atom bombs.
(you would cry if you could see what you have done. no mess, no beauty)

i know i saw your eyes catch mine.

if i were to crawl
palms, knees, indentations itching,
across the grass
i'd never connect.
i love the distraction.


At 1/11/2005 12:14:00 PM, Blogger Bilvox said...

I love the way your craft your words, and show us what you see through them... its so refreshing, so affective... or do I mean effective...
keep it coming. :-)

At 1/12/2005 09:45:00 PM, Blogger Jenny said...

ding ding ding, it is a good thing.


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