elbows

[silencedsparrow]

on a warm night in march on a dark disco floor I danced up a storm like I'd never before

Comments

[ritchell]

Truly enjoyable poetry, something I'm not altogether sure I need to hear to music.

[littleinstein]

What's with you and all of this 'decent' poetry all of the sudden?

I'm quite impressed.

[silencedsparrow]

er, this is darren hanlon...

[ritchell]

Yeah, the voice isn't yours and that's what got me to looking around to see who the author was.

I don't know how privy you were to the grace-ryan-lj-angst, but you were a spectator, at least

[silencedsparrow]

it's touching that you noticed (really, it is)

in bed, lights out ipod on about three minutes after poting this, I thought hey

maybe I should've put quotes around it

but I just laughed and thought about sophomore year and changed the song and went to sleep.

[littleinstein]

Um... well shit.

to ritchell: his music isn't as sing-songy as you might think

[silencedsparrow]

hah, don't worry, it's actually a compliment: you and caroline thought I was actually talented enough to write like this. that absolves you of all guilt.

you're stripped of all your worldly powers
and staring at the opposite apartment block for hours
you say that each window is just a TV channel
and you'd surrender all your so-called friends for flowers
and you'd rather be sleeping in the paddocks with the horses
while the stars cross the skies on their prescribed courses
can you take me with you when you go?

You've heard unplayed piano before right? (Sorry to switch gears)

[littleinstein]

I was quite impressed, really.
I'm ridicuously hungry.

[silencedsparrow]

no, what's unplayed piano?

I'll come over on thursday, pre green-up cafe, and barb and you and I will have baked apples and some other new recipe I'll steal from my grandma

[littleinstein]

That works for me.