Sights and smells of nothingness, by Stephen Marcin

I.

We drove through town, talking of this and that,
and whether or not to cook a soup for dinner.
We drove up the hill and smiled as the
school busses flooded the sidewalks with top heavy children.
We drove onto my curvy street and hit a groundhog.
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Seasonal Depression

Wrapped in a blanket, digesting
poorly prepared noodles and a
box of Washington hills,
she stares at the ceiling long enough to
imagine shapely shadows
crawl across the room
forming the outlines of maple trees,
blown by strong New England winds-
trees who’s leaves seem to turn days before the rest.

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spaceships

I’m no longer afraid to talk about
spaceships and sour drinks when I should
speak of the most colourful scars that
show how long I’ve suffered to find
words that I can now only use
to paint pictures.

you see, when you fall asleep beside me
I stay awake to
study your face, to
plant delicate kisses under your eyes
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summer is almost over
school is starting soon
i have been writing
i have been reading
i have developed a new breed of lonliness
i have never been happier
i am heavily bearded
i can feel the leaves turning in my stomach.
ashley is my favourite person.

nothin like sitting around with a couple of guys, talkin about beards.

so the other day i passed by a few local deadbeats fussing over who's the better man, steve perry or alex winter (Bill from the Bill and Ted flims.)

the first hooligan said steve perry has "marvelous hair and is good to himself"

the other numskull said alex winter is both cuter and excellent to everyone.

this is where i stepped in...

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i want to be alone without feeling so lonely


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At two in the morning
I like to wake up
and watch shadows
dance across the wall and over our bed
where you sleep softly.
I like to lay my head down on your stomach
and listen to the most ridiculous conversations-
namely those which are in poorly spoken Spanish.
I like to press my ear to your chest and listen to
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bottoms up !


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