By ZoE
Date: 17 August 1999

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SUCH THINGS, SUCH THOUGHTS ARE TAKEN, STOLEN BY THE STARS . . . . .

uPast the daisies
Lillie flew
past the sunset
summer’s dew
past the ocean
never’s soon
past the annual times in June

he says I’m not a pretty girl and I may not get married
I said who are you 3 dollar bills
6 avenue I’m a little tired of being your slave

5 that is the tooth brush ‘cause she made herself skinny

some days he doesn’t have time to look at me
others he just doesn’t want to

Bright City Lights
Against the coal black floor
he prays for her survival
in worship of her magical praise
he searches in photographs of the past
he looks in to her emblazened eyes
starshaped black holes
he wishes to bring her back
he smells the sour taste of imperfection
and tastes the smell of loss
he pulls the strings as if to make her move like a puppet

A corsage
they said March had come without warning
when things she always loved grew keener
it was then that we realized she wasn’t coming back
you think only tragities like this happen in the movies
but when it’s April and you haven’t seen her in amonth you know it
wasn’t wourth it
we hate to use words like rot, decompose,emptiness
a dead corsage
what is gone is gone. eaten by the guardrail,stolen by the ground.
my friend she doesn’t forget