the truth in shorthands

midnight, have you hope left now darling drinks martinis well lit bars and servers of beef antique walls (do they still have life these, still do these?) and i imagine you laughing long hysterical laughs and maybe hitting on james so drunk and crinkly nosed i know how you go only in a few precious moments and linger in them go nowhere else but dawn and even you can't stop it.

tommorrow there'll be new fine films and sitting in theatres and maybe part of you will wonder if i'll show but sometiems in tiny parts you'll know i have no idea where you are and couldn't show wouldn't be there -work hours, other places- hell, you know and waiting.

and as you know they say about rosaries and i wanted you to know you're my atomic bomb.

2003-10-12 | 7:22 p.m.
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