little ode for lark

gray house gray house bounced soft broken radio record turntable we can only remember midnight when it rains and a pale light across your cheecks too late to let you know smoke falls from your lips careful exhale let it all let it all hang out i can see you glowing barely nonchalant and graceful as a streaming windblown cards in bicycle spokes growing softer settling down is better than being alone oh but how but how i could stare at you forever i can remember the big house in the valley where all my dreams came true how your parents worked late snatching sips from the liquor cabinet (why did they always have so many of the little airplane size bottles?) but we were standing standing on the edge of life we knew what our bodies did do have to do wanted to do and we did over and over had to try it out perfedct it we only knew how to do it right standing sitting it was so long ago how i'd love to call you tell you secrets ask you how you've been do you stil do birdcalls read allen ginsberg tell people you've been to greenland and it was full of savages i remember all the ways you bent low to me and told me things i could stand and pull the curtains from the eyes of the world you were right you were right and now i can see soft glowing afternoon days fresh cut grass floating in a pool to lose the humidity and know that it was for something worthwhile...

anyway i wanted you to know you mattered.

2002-10-27 | 3:28 p.m.
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