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Date Posted: 16:12:53 02/07/04 Sat
Author: Highlander
Author Host/IP: pD9037E69.dip.t-dialin.net / 217.3.126.105
Subject: Re: Why I'm Late, Is It?
In reply to: Gray Squirrel 's message, "Why I'm Late, Is It?" on 09:11:10 02/01/04 Sun

There is always something in your writing that is very broad, never boring and quite pleasant to read, I believe you do favour the relationship poetry...that is something I wish I could too master but some things are best left to others who do it better than me. I like this piece, although I do admit it needs two or three reads to finally knit together...maybe it is just me, I don�t do love themes as i am not that good at them. Well you gripped me on this one, it is not often the Highlander has time nor patience to read with a second glance but I did enjoy this.

Great that you share your talented ways....a pleasure to read them.

Highlander

>Why I'm Late, Is It?
>
>Roads are designed for nothing but motion,
>Emotions will just run the engine,
>All we can be are machines of illusion
>Living for love in frustration.
>
>Love was a fire, then a wrench, now a wheel,
>You drained all my blood and replaced it all, just
>To tell you tomorrow how that makes me feel,
>With the asphault and air, in a fucking phone call.
>
>Odd how all distance is nothing but fear
>Taking time from what we want to do, with
>Hours spent woefully leaving my years
>On the roadside, like garbage, for you.
>
>Useless time, useless words, useless running, all the
>Spaces between have more sense...
>All this aching to feel you just living, in me, is just
>Nonsense...
>
>Damn, this thing isn't finished, but it's crumbling
>apart
>And my broken heart, something about road crews and
>potholes,
>Not that I couldn't try harder, I have, and will, but
>this
>Damn flat tire, these god damned rules...
>
>4 flat tires, shit.
>
>-Gray Squirrel

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