last sonnet for kimberly

saw true saw true watched ture romance gave it all i had enjoyed it fell apart watched it all come back to gether in tiny little fragments how life is a tragic gambling habit gamble gamble on we can all win a few hands now and then lose most but what's the point of trying without a few to nudge us on make us whirly and trapezed down kalediescope lifetimes we all have stories to tell worries to think about play another hand is all we can do all we can ask of the dealer hope for hope comes down to a few aces and a nine or two maybe a full house will make it okay if that's alright if that's the way it's supposed to be supposed to go.

so we enrich our lives fill them brim level with dust and dusk and wistful looks at beauitful people who say sad things and think it's oh so tragic oh so in love with things that fall apart so we know it's okay okay to be alone or to be freinds witht he dealer friends with the men who lie to us who tell us we're worth something else something better than nothing better than two calls from a payphone at midnight telling our answer machine that it's all come down that it's all over all done with i tried to tell her i loved her tried to make her knwo i meant it without a demon voice or sad overcoming where is all the flutter and joy now?

i went looking basking hopping around and trudging through the mud it's all in murmers all in waste paper baskets by the door all in the way we tell ourselves to walk and talk and tiptoe through the daisies can we ever meet us in the middle where is all this going what does it all add up to if not for this - i loved her.

2002-09-23 | 7:39 p.m.
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