Sunday, July 5, 2009
and everyone came over to watch me light the fuse
sit around a lot of the time. wait for summer. it comes and then it's the same. it goes and then its the same. probably thinking whats next- whats next?. waste my time.
come waste my time and let's fuck like we used to and if we can't like we used to then how about we like now.
now is all we have and if its with me or him or her the difference is slightly to the left of the moon. where you are. where i am.
we just happen to be stuck in the place between. the silence.
i don't know why it ends up like this. short choppy sentences. no structure. kind of like us. kind of like me. or the story of us or of me. the one i wrote with you in it. the one I'm writing now. and you are gone.
here. gone. here.
it wouldn't be much different but lets pretend it would. lets pretend we wouldnt get along. that we are strangers. you don't tend to make me angry. Ive learned something. I've changed and things are just splendid.
i don't even eat the same foods. i don't even have the same job or the same hair cut. things change. when they do - it' s now. no use thinking about tomorrow. when tomorrow comes it will be now.
love me like now. at least say you do. at least say you'd meet me somewhere. I want to get in my car and turn toward your direction. I want to light up the tires and light up the night. fireworks.
it's because of the fireworks. it's because of you.
July. we waited so long for summer. it comes and it's the same, it goes. what's next? who cares.
it's now.
Labels:
fourth of july,
pabst blue ribbon,
poetry,
prose,
south florida,
strawberries,
summer,
watermelon
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