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January 31, 2011
her face
She loved the play, she was
so animated talking about it
she liked our seats , she said being
that close to stage was surreal
I nodded trying to seem agreeable
although all trough the show
I was watching her face
and the novelty of her experience
We almost had to run
she cried how she is not
good with numbers and how
she was mortified how incompetent'
she looked, I smiled telling her it did not matter
and how much I liked her at that moment
the vunerability of her face.
The show had started
when we barged in with our wet
overcoats , catching our breath and
as we sat down I saw how her face lit up
looking at the stage, she took a deep breath
We had some italian dinner
served with a live band as she tapped
her feet under the table drinking her red wine
We shared a delicious desert with some coffee and
she made a face as she sipped her liquor
We walked back to the hotel almost exhausted
She jumped up and down on the bed
she was too excited to sleep
asking me to read her poetry
though by the second page she was fast sleep
and I sat there looking at her face
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The window
I have painted a window on a wall
My window has a lash that allows me
to reach out and open it
But I am not certain that it works
and I am not certain if I like to know
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January 24, 2011
Writing Partners
" Do you miss her" ? she asked with a hint of tension in her voice. "I don't know, It has been so long,.. time is the equaliser". I said with my back to her looking out the window. Manhattan looked so cold and empty. "have you ever seen her again, ... lately" she asked. while walking toward me. " About a few years back she called me and asked if
I could meet her in Boston". I said. "Did you"? shed asked almost breathless.
"Why don't we go back to work" I asked as I moved away from the window and sat at the desk. Soon she was behind me, gently putting her hand on my shoulder. " I didn't mean to pry. she whispered. "Well you did, it is okay though. I have agreed to work with you on this however getting into my psyche was not a part of the bargain." I said in measured, deliberate voice.
She went around the side of the desk and sat on the chair across from me. looking directly in my eyes. " did you ever wonder why I asked you to collaborate with me on this project.'? she asked. " well, you have seen and read my works, I remember youi specially liked the surreal feeling of the Operetta I wrote. I mean that's what you told me on the phone when you called, Right" ? I asked sounding defensive. " is that all"? she asked staring at me, bold and brazen.
I sat back, leaning into my chair, and took my eyes away from her. For a minute I felt rather uncomfortable. " I don't know , I was just excited about the idea of you, the idea of writing, being a part of s project. I guess something happens to men as they age. The idea of collaborating with a young woman as pretty as you are was charming, heck enticing. to feel that energy again and the way we were able to find the piece together, eh, it was exciting" i said with words rushing out of my mouth and then I stopped, got up and walked to the window. the gray sky was swallowing the city in darkness and it seemed so cold and barren outside.
to be continued.................................
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January 19, 2011
gorge
To give you what is left of this carcass,
come, come at midnight, follow the moon
and find me by the river where the dark edges
of the woods succumbs to moonlight
and the blood traces down,
find me buried in the soft soil
find me unravelled, left and done
I 'll be yours, of all I got
flesh, skin and bones
gorge on me
to sustain your hunger
your thirst, gorge on me
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Infinite ever
There's no sad ending,
souls can not be contained where we dwell
its the passages we remember......
and the music coming from the distance
scratchy and broken still lingers
holds and stays, coagulating to
crystal, as sharp as your teeth
so I can hear the music as we dance
and you tear my skin and flesh
till blood paints my shoulders
your lips teeth and mouth
and how you hold me
in your mouth and throat
my essence as it slides down
in you, the music plays in you
where is safe for an infinite ever
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January 18, 2011
Again
Let me listen
to your heart beat
she said.
It would scare you away
I humored. Yet she asked again
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To live
There is no manual, and we are so much better for it. to more than a biochemical entity that instinctively survives and distinctively avoids the energy, the spirit that navigates its flight. To be alive. Are you getting what you need. ask yourself, and do you really need what you are getting. ask again. There are over billions of us. do you stand out. do you need to stand out.
To live, to burn , not flicker, not to simmer, to live, to burn bright, so at least you cast a shadow , no matter how brief. To open, no to break the windows and doors to your soul. to feel the rush of the air, allowing it in, take a deep breath, and taste the thrill.drink the wine, humor your thinking brain, read poetry, walk in the rain, the snow, in shadows not, but in the sun. open the eyes wider, perk your ears, unbutton your shirt, your dress, unhook yourself of all gears, walk not, but run, breath deep again and agin
laugh louder, cry harder, scream yell and yawp, let them hear,let them know that you are here. Leave a trace, bruise the earth. Dance, , dance and dance again, like you have never, or will ever dance again.
go to the woods, allow yourself the depth of such affair, by going deeper, do not do not leave any trace, you will find your way if you care, look, look for your self.......
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January 17, 2011
Don't Stop Now
There is so much room to grow, at any instant any time.room to grow. Words could be refined. poses, movements. there should be patterns , a certain grace to each movement. The air should be felt and muscles should recognise the movement of the space as they sweep through them. There should be an efficiency at each point , each word, each pose.
There is so much room to grow within your life and within the lives of others. let them remember you, crawl under their skin. Words, words, and words, they penetrate the psych and stay taking a life of their own. Let your movement suggest, let your words suggest. so your shadow stays and your scent hangs and the echoes of your voice come back again and again. Reach and reach again, smile, flirt, sing, whisper, but let them all remember long after you gone that you have been here.
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January 15, 2011
Be careful
Be careful,
She said.
Lets not,
I whispered.
You will fall
She said.
let me fall,
I said with a smile.
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I know
I did not expect you,
she said.
I know. I answered.
I was hoping for you, I said
I know.....she cooed
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January 13, 2011
Come back
you be here when I come back
she asked. I was here when you came,
did you anticipate me then, I aked.
I think so, She said in a trance
Trust your instinct , I whispered.
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will you love me
Will you love me, She asked
I give you the love you bring mutiplied
to an infinite ever, I answered........
she smiled.
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The tall girl
Asked me the tall girl; Who are You ?
I am the river, I answered.
Who are you, I asked
The rain drop, she cooed ........................
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