2001-07-03 - 3:06 a.m. - some songs and shit...
HOPE.all afternoon we wrapped wires around
fingers on the off chance that we wouldn't forget the birthdays of all the people we love. and in the evening
the rain came and we scurried
to check the intergrity of the man-
made veins in the hopes that we wouldn't
fall victim to a grizzly
death of charred skin and static
tears.
there is never the right word
to describe the rhythm of my heart
it's just one of those things
like when a drummer is playing two
different rhythms at the same time
and all the pretentious jazzers call
it a poly-rhythm and i just say it's fucking
cool.
and maybe this time
you can bring your trumpet
and swing along to blow down
the wall we built between ourselves
out of fear or respect or both.
and maybe this time
i won't forget to breathe
and dreams will enter my veins
by way of my lungs and create a new solution of blood and the improbable.
and maybe this time i won't choke.
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i thought you were a falling star but you were just an airplane crashing faster than cars. and these asphalt wires that hold the land together, hold our heart's together and make it easier to talk to one another.
there are no stars in the sky above your house tonight. they've come down to earth and float around as fireflies. and you wonder where the souls of dead lovers go they light up like a cigarette. shining like suns. forget your sunglasses cuz there is something burning in your eyes.
and i miss you.
and im sorry we don't talk more.
and fireflies are stars and stars are souls so we can catch fireflies in our hands we hold the hearts of departed loved ones.
be gentle.
xoxo.
listen to: the white stripes. saturday looks good to me. $10 Typewriter, Aloha. the heavy metal midget collective.
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