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Date Posted: 08/27/06 10:41:44pm
Author: lp
Subject: JetLag

JetLag

I bought a new car
so what
I'm still dangerously depressed.
I could dissolve into a video game
if my wrists would stop

Seventeen and already
induced with drugs
and stern speech
to keep her in line
to keep her alive
a while longer
already misaligned
with unsteady gait
and a patient repeating
of words

39 in final fatal stages
it's too sad
still she knows,
she knew me
she hugged me close
and insisted on "Marlboro"
they try to trick her
with a brown filtered generic
she protested
and why shouldn't she demand
a "Marlboro"?
It may be the one last wish
granted

Today, I pored over photographs
and let memories have their way
I looked at the dead,
when they were still
full of breath
and wonder

I searched for youth
in the still frames
that validate my life
and make me feel;
make me remember
what it felt like
to feel
before we knew
the disease
before the guns
and whiskey
stole loved ones
before the depraved
took brain parts
and twisted them into
something incomprehensible
before time wore
lines around the eyes
that make the darkest shadows
seem seamlessly green
before: when eternity
seemed like an eternity
away

and now, it is as though
ever could come tomorrow
and tomorrow could be over
before we have time
to paint all the numbers in place
before we have the grace
to sing all the notes
that were made
for us

I'll go to work tomorrow
get busy with life
re-catalogue
the sick and dying family
I left in the sweltering
plains
and then I'll die

lp*)
082706

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