Saturday Jun 18, 2005

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Jesus died for somebody's sins, but not mine

the party.

girls
sneak downstairs
brush
noiseless
past

leaning over
stairwells
listening quietly.

i don't mean to interrupt private conversations.
beyond_rhythm:
=)
I write like this when I'm high. That piecy kind of poetry that doesn't really make too much sense to people who weren't really there. But I love it. It always seems to have more personal meaning that way.

AND I feel twice as special knowing what each line means as the inside-reader=)
beyond_rhythm:
And by the way...that last line is perfect. I love the double meaning of interupting actual conversation and interupting a moment. Beautiful. I live for those kinds of subtle inferences. It's what makes me love words so very very much...props to you, poet man=)

And btw, I have a poem in response to this...but you'll have to ask me for it. Because I'm feeling fiesty. That's why.

[Edited on Jun 19, 2005 1:56AM]

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