Tuesday, April 18, 2006

Too much

You in your winter coat
And me in my frown
Turned and
Spinning beyond recognition
Arms reaching out
For a grasp at anything stable
And standing still

Ice clouds and paintings
On car windows
Where hand prints
Drip mercifully on curves
And hollows of us
Bent and lying twisted
Seeking something

Never lasting
Never meaningful
But overpowering
And encompassing
Sweet and sour
Co-dependent to the
Nth degree

Scraps and photos
Sticking sweetly to
My memories
So grandiose
And over exaggerated
The truth has two


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