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collapser so nothing like the sound of your voice and i rememeber you in my dreams [mind-hall for the lost dead cnaceleled television of time] trapsing up and down these halls grasping at straws telling someone something and maybe, maybe you mean it this time, hon, and: you pull forests of colors into your eyes and every moments is a falling star with you ruler of the high hopes and green grass, czar of the last known bodice and glory, how you suffocate your love sometimes and i know you mena it badly or maybe you dont mean it at all but i know what you do i know what you sayand sometimes, darling, how you meant it slips right through and then, slight as a rainbow your falling over yourself and words again: you're married to your honesty and now, like place without time and you're so without arms and moments like factories for the dead and blind and we're building up treasures in heaven building up treasures in heavenm that's what ginsberg told us, if we write (or was it right?) we're building up treasures in heaven and i know, like mountins rolling over your glare and mount st helens didn't leave so little left as you and this, like a plastic sailboat through the stars and everything you ever wanted smells like pine fresh and the little plug in nite lights with astro glare, baby how you suffocate you love----swallow me--- like this and maybe you mean something, like collapser little darling with your moments of greatness and your ideas that you dont even realize how you dont even realize and this: like perfect days spent in hammocks on a jamaican beach with you and mai tai's. oh you and mai tai's. you collapse me, everything you see falls apart and shimmers no more, you make it all so plain and then like dust that turned back to adam and a rib that was ripped forth once again, your building it all into this strange peak and i hope it comes through soon i hope you come through soon, collapser angel with your pillow fascination life and how you drown out everything but you and in a room, you and i'm seething, trying not to fall asleep knowing the next time a phone rings ---every time a bell rings, you get you wings--- it might be you and i.... so collapser darling with your asterics eyes and elipses for pauses in your afterlife, how you suffocate you love sometimes danger pipe dream ---pipe bomb--- likke the coastal shores with highways running (a dozen in assorted colors and design) running across them, all in different directions, but none to sea none to sea, and you're at sea. and then how i want to put the way you make me feel on tour and clear the empty heads, wake them from now or maybe something else, you couldnt' catch me breathing you know i do these things with you in mind. and somehow, we're keepiong promises made to the wind and i think it's best if we never grow up never grow old, your getting better with time and i know, fingers, runnning through my hair, darling your lips are like wine and how i love how i love and long for: the taste of you on my lips and maybe you'd better smile this time around.
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