Apr. 28, 2005 - 14:53
"it felt like the last week of my life and she said..."
you know what i like?
jumping in puddles and driving as fast as i can.
screaming out lyrics to songs i don't know.
the way the colorado sun looks at the break of dawn.
and the way the wyoming moon looks at dusk
armaretto and vodka.
words.
the taste of your egmatic smile. i wish i could spell.
falling in love.
smiles.
secrets.
your heart to mine.
and waking up in a cheap hotel room next to you. we didn't sleep entangled. or even close. but we constantly wondered all through the night. how we could touch. and i dreamt of waking up. in your arms.
the first time we met, and the secrets we kept. and the stolen glances we hid. worried to be convicted. and force emotions. that couldn't yet exist.
giving situations time to erect.
and giving people time to grow.
cheap poetry. used book stores.
beau sia.
walt whitman.
frank o'hara.
and other poets my parents grew up hating. they troubled the system. decided to have their own opinions when the world only thought one way.