no need for a savior

slowed down: this takes a little more time than most would like- the shaping of worlds the unearthing of all the quiet places all the storming insides made of broken glass and shattered storybook romances undone inside the evergreen inside the interim market for everything we lost and loved and got back the day we finally stopped looking because that's how it goes upside in and back around into the pool of things deserved and earned and interest peeks at 96.8 degrees shy of anything worth having---so here, i am the math and magic of torn waves, phone calls unanswered and long needed forehead kisses from strangers: all of this is heading towards a topographical map of older days not too terribly worth recalling but mine nonetheless and easier to have than not so why not why not why not keep going with all the smiles and handshakes and doorknob turning and watching neighbors walk the dog and soon enough it'll come back around to the way a fresh and clean room smells, the way the wind feels when you open the door for the first time on any given day (no ideas which, it doesn't matter) and so:
clean closing, i've got screams for mountainsides and brids for palm handlers and you will one day find your world littered with my songs one day find my world littered with your songs (undone is close enough) and this way you'll get you'll get what you need and why the fuck shouldn't it be just like that?


2004-11-27 | 8:41 p.m.
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