pacifier

klonpin girl (like one i used to know) saw her collection of sad sigh nights spent it sprawled out barren (cursing tides in my mind, moving on) i heard a story one time one time and it's not worth telling but sometimes you know it's better that way: two days ago now a plane lands and a house for one now holds two built for strengthening: changes. so sip a few too many shots, pour another one down, laying on concrete or rather, watching her lay on concrete is funny as i remember (so long so long now) just take the keys and while she shaves her legs i'll pick up the margartia shakers we left down the street (i somehow lost two hundred bucks last night) and stoned....

and yogi's birthday, a social event (persian food) we lean back, drunk (at least me): then toby's long arms of laying back philosphies written the best words on the sky and it turns out we can change the way the tide spins (surgically reinstate the best years of our lives, which is most of them, just try: we'll be a subtle lurker: cowboy of the red wind and rain, just lasting, and i woke thinking of a voice i haven't heard in two days, maybe more, but this is sometimes the way of it, the sound of it, and so here, in a black chair, resting arms on keyboard shelf (it rolls out like tides) and i am coming back coming home thinking thoughts held only in private meetings in dark alleys behind the big wooden doors with the slamming square peepholes (men in cloaks, women scantily clad like kubrik films, but less well lighted, earthy) and we are saving ourselves more every instant and what better way what better way what better way i think the tide is turning we are losing conciousness and i am trying not to glare and trying not to pass another worlwind by and we can build them (anyone and me, me and anyone) last them out pass by seventh inning stretches and lean on empty arms no bottles no carraiges we are only just getting used to the way it feels to be alive at 20, at 30, at 50, more, we're only jsut beginning to get the gist of it, get it down pat before the doors close for good (or a while: buddah, krishna) and that'll be the best way we can figure it: trying not to let to let to let to let....

2004-03-22 | 3:00 p.m.
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