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Date Posted: 00:20:37 04/20/04 Tue
Author: Gray Squirrel
Author Host/IP: 0-2pool19-115.nas53.stockton1.ca.us.da.qwest.net / 65.146.19.115
Subject: Wishing You Were Here

Wishing You Were Here

Jars of apricots, stored for winter, collecting rust around the rim, and dust...
Users should find a grip with a large enough jaw, apply muscle to
Savor them, burn the calories, consume, consumate their canning,
Taste the liquor of their age; the touch that cared enough to put them away for
Tempting desire on a sovereign day, when, finally, they are not wasted.

Wasted spirits cavort among caverns of celebate dreams...
Only you are gone, the thought of you like forgetfulness,
Lost love spars with tyrants for fate and fame, for infamy,
Only you are gone, the taut scenery against your breast...
Stylized for cultural significance, restitution, blessings and briefs.

The bills come due, flow like water, resin from trees, maybe pine trees...
Should parting be a deluge of giant slow proportion, for comparison,
Our joy was once a vine against that bark, climbing to tender limbs...
Unknown characters on invisible pages deny we even kissed;
Letters, just row upon row, not one can make a sound to betray you.

Symbolic, like a martyr, I wear you with a hero's hat,
Shaving you like scars on a balding head, and wet with vinegar,
Wet with piss and blood and cum and sweat and saliva...
I cannot find an idea inside taking residence without you,
My meaningful multiple personality marty'rs death (ha ha.)

Maybe orchids can be canned like apricots, with a little syrup...
If you consider it, it can be true, you know... anything...
Not like orchids or apricots are beautiful like we ever were...
Giving all to a whim of fate for probable happiness.

-Gray Squirrel

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