Boxcar Racer.
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Fortune CookieI keep staring at this poemFortune Cookie
I keep staring at that screen
it's one in the morning and I haven't got
any type of energy
or any type of balls
to hit the send button.
Because I'm afraid.
Afraid that, for the first time,
you'll read something of mine. And I'm afraid that the fortune cookie might be right--
afraid that the fortune cookie's reminding me
of another person
But I've got to stare at the screen
I've got to hit the send button
sooner or later and
maybe I'll prove the fortune cookie wrong.
Maybe I'll stop sen
BraceletIt was the prettiest thing the ugliest thing the treacherous thing that bracelet wasBracelet
Thoughless silver on a chain cold and distant--"It's so cute!" still the same--"Thanks so much!" I know I'm never considered but... you could at least try.
I thought I was special.
Evidently I'm still a monthly check and fourteen grand a year ...I love you too
You pretty thing you handsome thing you thoughtful thing you cursed bracelet
PenPaperI can see you as the ballpoint And I the college rule-- because With the greater name Comes the less responsiblityPenPaper
(on my part.)
I'll let myself submit just enough To let you jot your thoughts down And then and then just maybe
I'll say something
back?
(wait. paper can't write.)
But it can fold.
You could be more like a fountain pen And I more like rice paper Both thin and fragile As though we might break
or snap at the slightest touch
(that could just be the sexual tension.
the slow stretch“Spending our suns like out-of-date coins Until we reached the present-perfect tense- That have been state where past and future merge.”the slow stretch
We spent full lifetimes in three weeks languid-limbed, lazy, encased in a fiber-spun web of our scents, of the feel of the place. Time dripped, marked increments between each Arab numeral beginning
to overrun their borders, to integrate their cultures and to mix their marriages, giving birth to new races.
It reminded me of a tired cat melting, quietly half-eyed as it’s body siphons inch by inch in an inch-less world, hair
the sound.
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Johnny @ [link]
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Yeah you.
What up grrrl?
<3
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Mothership, mothership, do you read me?
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"When the Fighters are all around, all the Lovers are underground."
you make me smile =]
its HOT AS HELLLO here too heh...
all we need is a pool...
you could come over and swim
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