7.18.2008

D-4: Miss. H-5: Hit.

Shit in one hand/
want in the other--
see which gets filled first.

Honey; bees; that same old shit, etc.
and why are any of us bothering
with trying to attract anymore?

Oh for fuck's sake
you've got me beat
with your metaphors
but for the record
I ain't no half-breed
despite the reputation.

And I can state
without losing sleep
that I shattered the
kaleidoscope
(or the left side of my bed did, rather)
and gave up trying
to hug your wind.

It'll all leave you just as empty
and the books you inherited
will tell you the same.
I'm reading them
in preparation
to write them again.

You'll see.
In print.
Someday.
My friend.

One of them hit while your eyes were closed.

I thought there was an understanding.

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