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By Rogue Date: 2001 Nov 30 Comment on this Work [[2001.11.30.11.55.16507]] |
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I imagine I imagine and I see I see the moon Reflected in the luster on the roof Of your train racing through the dark The air cool after the rain A railed bullet coming back to me. I try to Imagine you talking And what you might say But I can't So instead I emulate your laugh But it's poor fiction A bad copy of the original. As I sit here Under our blanket In front of the fire And I scrawl these words to you, You who have invaded my life An occupational force that can't be routed A contagious disease with no cure Like syrup on the table's underside A hidden trap Showing up when I least expect it Impossible to get off my fingers Residing in my heart Making a mess in my head My skin a plaza for your wandering hands I surrender. |