distance has no weight

when i was very young and first started writing i was like an old sea captain in love with wailing on words like salt water "cut the tides! cut the tides!" i screamed bitter curses in headscapes. i pounded and hammered and jumped all over (not tinkering) the words and they kept coming back for more. that's how i fell in love.

and now, like a man in his early twenties who has learned the importance of ever-so-slightly slipping your fingers into the honey-colored fair sex, i dance with them on the long carosel that is my life lived in the old barracks of word taunt. i tongue for the tiny cherry pits and recieve mirth signs of delight for reward. and it is always more than enough.

2003-04-05 | 11:14 a.m.
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