something apropos; I don't know

this carafe of wine ( Read more... )

anyway, au revoir.

I was looking over my shoulder absently and didn't know that you had posed a question. So that when I turned back your eyes fell to my own a bit expectently, and not knowing what to do I looked back at you and we were locked. I sense, thinking through it now, the passing of the seconds, a drumming of hearts in chests, time passing; but then ( Read more... )

you stopped my parson's chanting ( Read more... )

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the traffic was backed-up a full block of regent street this afternoon while I forgot the walk-light and stood stupidly on the corner dreaming about this song. they leaned on their horns and I blushed and crossed.

we
have
our
whole
lives.

white bits above the door frame broke and fell from another season's lines of paint, invisible now. grazed over by the elements, snow first, then heat to blister them. now wind to shake them loose. and no one held accountable, of course. the door below them locked because some turn of weather threatened. a dusty wash held strong to the concrete ( Read more... )

No, and I ain't lookin' to fight with you,
Frighten you or uptighten you,
Drag you down or drain you down,
Chain you down or bring you down.

All I really want to do
Is, baby, be friends with you.