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Subject: Journal Entry Nov 6, 2006

Author:
andy

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Date Posted: 22:04:39 01/14/08 Mon

I have no dominion
over moon jumpers
star stringers
and the like

they all dream
much larger than I

I wonder if they're younger
still able to leap tall buildings
with a single bound

I steal my thoughts now
they are vacant past participles
remnants of a great imagination

I used to have holes in my socks
it never bothered me
I never feared the reprecussions
I was glad to have a sock at all

Now, I spend ten dollars
for two pairs
woolen, from New Zealand
my feet are now close
to a friend

Vague Verse is what I'm after here
here , where the sheep are counted
once a year when I can't sleep

I got to forty-seven
and then remembered the girl
lip-singing as I played last night

................................."I am just a poor boy though my story's seldom told"

Lie la Lie.....................................

There are great songs
that go unnoticed
until, one person
in a crowded room
turns a head and smiles
it's enough for me
enough to keep me going
going to these places
to receive the claps
and tell a young girl
I'm too old to not go home

The tiger in me still breathes fire
though I don't run for touchdowns anymore
today I seek the fragrance of a woman
the simple way she tosses her hair
the softness of her voice
but, it's the laugh
I'm always after

.........................it makes me feel good to know I caused it.

Speaking of laughing-----
I can laugh at myself
I'm funny in a stupid kind of way
I say things that I really mean
and then forget to mean them

I race myself from day to night
then when night comes
I race for day.
When that's done
I think about how fast the time goes
and wish it would slow down.

I love my cat
he's a Maine Coon
we have conversations
about birds and catnip
things that interest him
he hates to talk about me

maybe that's why I wrote this
because Turbo never listens

anyway, we all have these crazy days
these days where we feel one step off
it's a good thing,
It stops me from being cocky
it reminds me
I'm not that cool
and tomorrow I'm going to watch "Ray" again
it will remind me that my dreams are alive and well

and that should be enough for any man
especially a man like me.

ajs

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