sober enough now and then

and i was waiting, for a time when things were slightly less muddled, tripped over words on my way to speak to you, landed face in the mud, spoken maybe-almost-promises in the dirt sand of hours and your hearing me i know you're hearing me now darling with stradled legs and bits of hair falling into your face and then, light crosses the borders of the room, four corners light up and i can see the way you smile colors from your cheeks and eerything turns inside around out and un-subtle, like a dropkick to the brain shakes and trembles words whispered now shouted in the air and dust looming up and your bound to come down soon.

2003-07-29 | 1:11 p.m.
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