December 2010
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One of my old favorites.
I’ll Open the Window, by Anna Swir.
Our embrace lasted too long. We loved right down to the bone. I hear the bones grind, I see our two skeletons. Now I am waiting till you leave, till the clatter of your shoes is heard no more. Now, silence. Tonight I am going to sleep alone on the bedclothes of purity. Aloneness is the first hygienic measure. Aloneness will enlarge the walls of the...
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instant gratification (addressed to my fellow man)
goddamn it kid.
you got a lot of love
sent to you, but you
ain't got the time
or the need.
everyone just gives their
eye and warmth to you,
taking even your
faked enthusiasm
as their payment.
you're a walking form
of instant gratification.
just pretend the love
and you'll have served
your purpose. you don't
have to like nobody or even
practice the art. after all,
everyone just wants to...