don't let us believe we're nothing without you

let's do (letting go is like a strange disease, and we've got it) just the thing we need and when we need it when we have it like all things when people get them we no longer want them we toss them aside life is in chasings and runnings and glories had and memories stacked in storage rooms behind our faces (walls) and watch them late at night by candlelight talk about them fondly (even if we pretend to abhor the memory, we wouldn't talk about it if we didn't somehow adore it, need it) to friends and people on the next barstool when we drink to omuch or want just one mre person to want us need us, think we're special or dream of us when they wrap their fingers around (or put their fingers into) themselves and let loose with sighs and gasps only audible to the bedsheets.

we are nothing if not creatures for the gathering of desires had unto us or for us or because of us we collect wantings and having wanteds and neededs like crayolas for kids.

so now, i file you away in the warchest, file this away for one mre night lay it aside while i rest my eyes and ears (no more thoughts) and dreams come to me the way you once did the way i once came to others, the way we were the way we are the way we could be the way...

2004-07-02 | 10:08 p.m.
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