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By j. knipp Date: 2003 Nov 04 Comment on this Work [[2003.11.04.02.46.28384]] |
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( ...... ) Are they gestures of implosion? I hate your silence, nonchalance innocent muteness I speculate worry generate scenarios of the mind I hate more that these things should grapple me down Why must speculation always go down the heavily wooded "No trespassing" path Why can't I just guess that your exhausted or not in a talkative mood I learned today that people with borderline personality disorder are empty vessels I think I am an always-empty vessel... It is no flaw of yours. Be grand and verbose in your proclamations of love. Please drown me in them. Hold my hand at every opportune moment. Kiss me in between the seconds. Make love to me at all cost at all times. Leave me without speculations crack open this glass. Fill what can't be filled. You say you ruminate too much. I am stuck in spin cycle notions are churned like the butter of an epileptic farmer's wife. |