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By willtobe1 Date: 2007 May 08 Comment on this Work [[2007.05.08.23.49.27075]] |
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Well, let's just skip it, just move on past Do I want to? not really What I really want is to move on past, to just get over it, and move on Then, maybe I can get back to seeing you and loving you as the beautiful, sunny and loving person you truly are And not to see you as the beautiful and sexual person who sleeps at the other end of the house for whom the joyful underpinnings of intimacy seem worth no extra effort (just the bill-paying variety) and from whom no extra effort of mine earns extra I sometimes see you reaching out to me and I try O I try to reach back But I know how far it will ungo How you will tickle, then not show So lets just skip it, and move on And form a loving co-head corporation And so on and on in tandem solitarity Do I want to? no But if like a Scarlet un-A bosom, patiently borne we bear us nobly on We may yet nobly win, or meanly lose A pair of someday rockers on the porch [Sorry folks. Me again. Same shit, different day. I'm just rattling the cage, hollering emptiness into the void. Love is a tale told by an idiot, full of sound and fury, signifying nothing. Love is the fart of every heart: it pains the man who keeps it close, and pains everyone else when it gets let loose. Not all of us can cool our burning brow with Front Page lovely pearls of troubly-bubbly love. We see and admire and wish we could say, then sometimes fuckit do it anyway. These are my letters to a world that never wrote to me -- who was never much more than a corner-whacker at this circle-jerk, anyway. We do, doodly-do, what we must-muddledy must, muddily do, muddily do, till we bust, bodily bust. My name is yon yonson, I live in Wisconsin. and so on... I knew I should have just gone to bed. Okay, I'm going to bed now...alone, for the record...] |