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Date Posted: 08:51:36 11/18/01 Sun
In reply to:
Samantha
's message, "Re: ..." on 18:28:52 11/17/01 Sat
i like, i like... hits you right here *pops a fist into her chest* here, i have something that you guys might want to read... it's pretty good.... i was pretty drugged when i wrote it though, heh.... so it's a little rough. certain things need touching up, but it's pretty good.
this is copyrighted by the way.... stealing stuff is NOT cool.. heh.... :P
~~~
"Love Poem II (Summertime Sickness)"
the night before he left
he confessed to me, in private,
that he had been born in a clam shell
under the sea,
once had a barnacled umbilical cord, a cable
winding through the brine up towards the sun
but
a commercial cruiseliner accidentally severed the link
with its propeller
a kindly fisherman found the hose, dumped it full of
fish and gasoline;
the glowing fire i had found inside of him
was chemical, cold
and therefore wasn’t real
he had to refuel himself every night
he was a machine
he had had his shot at being beautiful, an
underwater merman
with glistening green scales, an unearthly shade of emerald
that glittered and scattered light whenever the ocean
shifted its ever-changing pattern
but was forced to crawl to shore, accept
oxygen
and changed into a dog;
now i understand the prickles of fur on his face
he shaved five times every day
why am i telling you this?
i speak now
because i greatly care for you;
you need to hear my pain.
i shake and like droplets of water
i rid myself of misery.
the ball-bearing of my emotion tied to a string
strikes your heart like a pendulum,
hammering both sides
to fit into a mold
when i look at you you’re silent
and it feels like a conspiracy
your eyes flash with emergency
when you get up and pace the floor
i shake
to touch any part of you
your face leans forward, my hand
like a flame fed with pure oxygen happy, in turn,
to be touched by you.
but where has this dog gone,
what’s dog up to?
he’s under the bench, pretending he’s a wolf.
~~~
ta-da. :) don't steal anything pweaze....
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