hickuphelpline

This journal entry is dedicated to work


[She said "I hope we all fall in love. I hope it happens soon."

I said, beneath a canopy of
trees, "I used to be in love with you."

Roads, corridors of rough, mossy stone
bricks that are like ancient
picture frames that can't hold themselves open.
They lead us to our beginning;
She was flattered,
I could tell.

She reminds me of why I fell for the foregoing
but I can't say that as well.
My security gut is counter-balancing
the umbrella on my shoulder
as we arrive at her egress,
another house sticking a face
into its determined front garden
another black 'erasurehead'
stencilled on a boundary line
behind her, a blue people carrier
and blue glass, my boiling face
floating across the radiator wire
in the rearscreen facing me,
evanescent with copper.

Now she is at least as nervous as I am
and perhaps I am as 'exhilarated' -- as she had been
after I told her...
(I'm to reach half-happy by the white lights
and end of her neighbourhood &
3/ 4 by my rabbit warren quarter of Sherwood).


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**** painted that face on her wall -
**** another boy who's been -
really met the ladies north of the river -
scores within the lore of us types,
will paint for Valhalla, a priest
and the man. So we both quickly
walk, briefly, and we both uttered a prayer.]

Ronan
is jealous.

Djezz is really happy for me
while
I am shocked and worried.

Lenses: held above me,
my new sun,
being herself, with me,
every bit of beauty
in the sulphur glow
and green iron
is you.

} I have the same tattoo on my wall. I love to read like you do, you love the words and truth in novels like I do. I love to love, like you do, Alix. You think that I am like Che - and I do - so we might do