Lullaby Jumpstart

Thursday, March 02, 2006

11:45 a.m. and I wasn't thinking about Love

She quirked, “Now is the time of the two cent stamp.”

And the wheels broke rust
Started turning,

To think of envelopes,
the letters that never make it
socks in a washer,
Coins in a couch,

The last time I ran,
The mountain of filing threatening
To topple ever so forcefully upon me,
The taste of gum,
And the length of my breath,

Jumping to Thursday after tomorrow
Landing in the dreams
That I imagine I forget.

Past the lightbulbs and coffee I didn’t make,
The porn I surfed at work,
And the moment when
Forever almost kissed me by being a bus…

And it is 1pm before I taste you
Under my nails,
And the guilt kicks in.

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