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Won't you sit with me under the spangled blanket, under the spangled sky?
It's lovely, isn't it?
Hold my hand.
Thanks, dear.
I like your warmth.
(23 October 2007)
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Let's sing with wide vibratos.
Let's draw with chalk on the driveway.
Let's read the words backwards.
Come with me and
play in the mud
and make recipes of
exquisite design.
Come with me.
I know a place where
the trees are friends and the
stones are coins.
Come,
Let's lose ourselves.
That's the very best part.
(6 December 2007)
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We're in the same boat.
We're floating -- drifting --
atop the world, revelling beneath us.
No anchor holds us: we're free.
But, no anchor holds us.
Our minds and hearts twirl and dance,
and gnarl at times,
revelling in ways of their own.
Caged? Not we.
But caged all the same.
A paradox within our paradigm,
our very own world without end.
Riddles have answers,
and I'm sure ours does.
Our punch line,
ironic and fulfilling,
may just be the last and extra line of our verse.
(17 December 2008)
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I will wait for you
because I know the conversation we had
with our eyes
was more than a simple meeting of glances.
I’ll be here
waiting for the next conversation.
(4 December 2008)
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5. |
Dear You: 5. Again
02:02
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We’ve done it again,
you and I.
You dragged me into it again, and
once again
you shift the blame.
Again,
We take these steps:
you let me know what you have to offer,
I consider and accept.
It’s a joint effort
(and failure):
you and
I.
But,
you know, it’s a place we’ve been
before.
Before.
Before.
(You and)
I
have been here before.
(19 October 2009)
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This piece
was enjoyable:
you and I,
at the piano,
plucking away at
strings that
(maybe)
should not have ever been
struck:
you and I.
(1 October 2008)
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I always knew
that in this hour
you'd leave me,
soaked in guilt,
whether or not I
deserved it.
I always knew
that in this hour
your interest would be
searching for something
in me
that wasn't interesting
to you
at all.
I always knew
that in this hour
our total tonality
would shift
(not for the worse, mind you)
into some exotic harmony.
But I knew you wouldn't like it.
I always knew
that in this hour
I would matter
but not.
(29 September 2008)
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