down syndrome falling down falling falling drawing blank pages. scratch put the nina on the record. down by the pool, in the hot tub, in the wintertime. we rolled. we ran. we raced. we raved. we came. we sought. we are.
down by the place we used to be.
up and down the hills.
down by the river we never went to. scratch. spin. spun. spit.
slobber your kiss killed me. don't know how i'm still breathing. blinking. seeing. chromosome copy twenty-two, three, four, five, six, almost lost track of time flies. buzz. you slapped my thighs, and i liked it almost too much. you pushed me aside, i'll never forget the pain inside. coming from a dark place, the light will never know how good it feels to shine. how good it feels to quietly say i told you so. inside. it's all a lie. your roommate's shirt looked better on you. reddish-orange. passion. losers. close your eyes, that'll be the day. that'll be the time you get back home. it's the longest road, when you've lost sight of the beginning. turning circles. turning blank pages. blanket, pillow cases of queens of ringworms and fries. it's all a lie, but i have to tell you. i have to tell you. o the joy.
hail the king. long live the prince of popcorn. cranberry. pumpkin spice. everything nice, boy. strawberry surrender, aphrodisiac. damn do i have a secret weapon, if i can only get my hands on it. turning pages, double spaced, triple. praying for equality, simplicity, she says. keep it simple. he said it first, maybe. i don't know anymore. first son on the moon.
it's easy, he said, just follow me. you'll see.
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one really is the lonelinest#trust me.
Sunday, December 21, 2008
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