what was it like to wake up, again
and again and again
no vein loving bone
no blood spurting fountain - just
waking waking again, again.
one white Saturday morning
after another, born in bare bathtubs
eating brittle toast from the time we were five
always Sigur Ros playing always them saying
you love death - maybe we did
so we walked into a lake
and called it a life.
Monday, May 11, 2009
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2 comments:
boredom and inspiration are two sides of the same coin. :) good to see you back again...Guess who's back too? :)
Your writing has inspired me to not "completely" waste my vacations and instead start a blog. :) Great stuff. Seriously.
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