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By Stephen Date: 2003 Oct 08 Comment on this Work [[2003.10.08.02.47.21153]] |
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She was crying in November My heart precipitated her pain When the grand feast blew over I consolidated my love And we took each other in She was cheerful in December We'd taken on good habits Though she thought truth was lame She'd idle smile: it was so so bi-polar I'd still regret the hate I made In January we'd remember The intuitive month that came before I'd forget her birth while caught in anger And we'd separate all the same In February I was lonely Yet I urged my Valentine away She was busy on the rebound I was keeping it together. Staying focused. She cheated Cinco de Mayo from May And by March she'd forgotten My birthday and our fey I'd guess I had this coming Since good ol' November On that ironic Armistice Day April was so Foolish A long Passover in my mind She hinted to me times of change She'd tax my heart to numb it Yet I wasn't done Cause May just dragged on An arbitrary drone to love I was working hard to make something happen. Action. Reaction. Some kind of good But it was the Decrepit Month Ah, but June really was a muse She held my mind till summer day When I let loose We talked maybe half the time And I discovered my old self anew Then I was truly happy in July I watched the fireworks off the pier I surfed the night of couples. People at their primmest prime Tangling with their complications and plausibility I was without it all August was amusing, like July Except artfully stale She came back to me like it was decisively More like desperately By September I've yielded her back in It almost felt like April But I was in the drivers seat Instead of the death But I'm as much as a sucker as they've come And by October I've undone @}-`--,- |