Re: random access overload -- Poetry & Grace

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Date Posted: 01/24/09 9:21:35pm
Author: lp
Subject: Re: random access overload
In reply to: Brad 's message, "Re: random access overload" on 12/10/08 10:51:46pm

i wrote this just after a series of bad events, just after Rob's mom passed away, just after i drove to and from and thru LA for Thanksgiving at my sisters, just after a blowout on the freeway on the way home from LA and just after my car got re-po-ed. so yeah
mmmhmmm uh huh
life is grand, no?

>Mmm hmm or Uh huh,
>take your pick.
>
>
>>random access overload
>>
>>a dog howls
>>like the wind
>>(breaks the silence)
>>in November
>>(comes)
>>
>>I, in quiet
>>solitude
>>with just the fan
>>whirling around
>>the space
>>where I can't breathe
>>drown in sorrow
>>so many (deaths)
>>so many (gone)
>>my family dwindles
>>down
>>down
>>
>>and it's only time
>>that binds us
>>bends us
>>like the rainbow
>>we cross
>>when our turn comes
>>
>>the cat misses Rob
>>and cries like
>>the trees in the forest
>>when no one is near
>>no one comes close
>>no one hears
>>the whispery footfalls
>>that mark
>>the infinite line
>>where we walk
>>like clouds underneath
>>cushion
>>cushion
>> the soft-blow-hard-crash
>>
>>when we die
>>quiet-like-old-ladies-in-our-beds
>>happy
>>alone
>>happy
>>
>>it feels good
>>to bleed
>>like there is an ounce
>>of blood to be found
>>in these over-pricked-fingers
>>meters lie
>>meters read
>>
>>it feels good
>>in this quiet
>>hollow
>>warmed by fresh (ahem/ahem)
>>air here in southern california
>>seared like flesh
>>
>>where my heart
>>longed
>>where my heart
>>broke
>>where my heart
>>leaves
>>where my spirit
>>breaks to exhale
>>(amen/amen)
>>
>>lp
>>12.01.08�

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