ode to the wisdom & misadventures & the evenings spent alone
you told me once..."shhh, you talk too much, speak in those funny syllables that are too difficult to comprehend and your tongue clicks when you say the letter Q and it drives me wuh..wuh...wild--but I just cannot listen anymore--please sleep for once--I need to see you sleep...you don't sleep enough and I'm worried about you--worried about the redness around your eyes and the fact that you don't eat any meat or drink any coffee and you take sleeping pills and still don't sleep, but seem intent on talking talking talking as if you only have hours left to live and years of conversation to to get out before it's over. I know it's all so silly--but please just curl up beside me..."
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"Ahem...I know it's all so silly--but please just put your arm around me and maybe sleep will come for both of us--"
Yes...I remember the sleep, the dreams, the waking to the eyeliner smears the sweet morning breath first morning gazes into each others eyes and wakeup sex and the morning news and the future and the fevers and the normal and bizarre and the tragic and the lovely before I fled to the top floor warehouse where the mold would attack the fleas and the chessboards were built into the cafe tabletops...where the top window was smashed out and the view from the top was beautiful enough to spit out of, all over the happy couples who strolled by, hand in happier hand...where the band played on...where the poetry was read, where ideas for my movie were hatched, where D.B. pissed all over the construction...where I miss...where I won't go back for some reason...where I can't quit crying...where I'll be immortal for reasons I'll never know--nor will anyone else....where I'll finally end this annoying, pretentious rant of a fucking entry.
sorry.
you told me once..."shhh, you talk too much, speak in those funny syllables that are too difficult to comprehend and your tongue clicks when you say the letter Q and it drives me wuh..wuh...wild--but I just cannot listen anymore--please sleep for once--I need to see you sleep...you don't sleep enough and I'm worried about you--worried about the redness around your eyes and the fact that you don't eat any meat or drink any coffee and you take sleeping pills and still don't sleep, but seem intent on talking talking talking as if you only have hours left to live and years of conversation to to get out before it's over. I know it's all so silly--but please just curl up beside me..."
(CUT!)
"Ahem...I know it's all so silly--but please just put your arm around me and maybe sleep will come for both of us--"
Yes...I remember the sleep, the dreams, the waking to the eyeliner smears the sweet morning breath first morning gazes into each others eyes and wakeup sex and the morning news and the future and the fevers and the normal and bizarre and the tragic and the lovely before I fled to the top floor warehouse where the mold would attack the fleas and the chessboards were built into the cafe tabletops...where the top window was smashed out and the view from the top was beautiful enough to spit out of, all over the happy couples who strolled by, hand in happier hand...where the band played on...where the poetry was read, where ideas for my movie were hatched, where D.B. pissed all over the construction...where I miss...where I won't go back for some reason...where I can't quit crying...where I'll be immortal for reasons I'll never know--nor will anyone else....where I'll finally end this annoying, pretentious rant of a fucking entry.
sorry.
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We are just fine my darling.. I'll take that shoulder if you're still offering and you can lean on mine!!!
You are a wonder! Huge kisses to you!