Wednesday, July 4, 2007

Lucusville Fleemarket Dates

POEM WRITTEN TO SEVENTEEN (in the manner of Benedetti)



may love



course it is possible
moon that I can give you a hug every night
musitarte


ear sorrows and rescue the wind between the lips and even listen

without your breathing


course it is possible

as it is possible that the needle

boredom
your project we propose unsupportive
against
already know that you and I

victory is keep loving keep fucking

for not realizing that still crying for no

realize if you go for not returning your arms will
arms around tonight
empty and your feet will

half hanging on the edge of another bed and your eyes

dardara
indifferent portrait I made you that Brando
and your sex will be sex sex
and your tongue will sleep in another
mouth and your breath off me
sail again to be that guy with the soul
take in the corner playing Unicorn

to be in this world

frosted glass but it must be possible

it should be possible to meet again and finally

I need

may love




course not impossible.




"And your feet will be half hanging on the edge of another bed

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