great
if only
in my own mind
loved
if only
in distant hearts
i drive to the lake
to the center of cornered towns
past houses where you don't live
and where I can't sleep
anymore
cigarettes on the back of my tongue
razorblade barbs on my chin
paintless nails
suitcases of yesterday
strapped to my back
a pack
mule
forcing exuberance
and most other gestures
and emotions
that will miss your gaze
once again
Sunday, June 6, 2010
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