Recent My Space blog archival move (you're getting two today, and then something brand new tomorrow or later this week...on texting maybe...) For now, it's a bit of some recent prose, poetry, whatever you wish to call it; I don't care as it's just what shows up on my screen sometimes.
Originally posted on My Space May 20, 2008
A haunting shadow draws across my room.
This evening's remedy has yet to kick in.
I'm losing the bookshelf wars.
Not to a teacher, but to a dream horizon
dotted with cumbersome pillow sacks
of arrogance, longing and more gloom-filled nights.
I wanted more. There it is.
I wanted so much more to issue forth.
Wrong or right, I wanted to walk under a bridge
wearing a skirt made of words
and recite Yeats, Morejón, Alexie, you name it.
I wanted to be fire, water, air, idea…
forget earth for a bit.
I wanted it yesterday. I want it now.
My soul drank enough to know how thirsty it was.
Parched and starving, I could drink passion felt
and eat the breeze right off the curtains.
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"Eat the breeze right off the curtains" - remarkable. I hope you don't mind, but I'm going to use it. This is pretty writing, and the only thing short enough on your page for me to actually read. I hope you found and got your "more".
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