Sunday 1/14/2007 11:33:00 PM

When I take too much I actually end up with extras. Because there are portions for even the most flagrant of manias. The sturdy erections of the night before still waiting to come.

Even though we had both arrived at the same place. At the same time. His map strangely had different roads than mine did. His dots connected sneaking through from the other side. Infiltrating the blunt outlines we had only partially filled in.

He would pop suddenly into my existence. A remake of some old song I'd listened to before. Sounding the same and different. Old vinyl records asthmatically wheezing out a song I could almost remember. Was there not so much mucus between us.

An erection of cliches stabbing at the entrance to borrowed utopias.

2 comments:
enelrahs said...

An erection of cliches stabbing at the entrance to borrowed utopias.

i know this. i know this, when i stood at the entrance wanting to be impaled by the words of many. superfluous they were.

but you. you know. you know, me.

lovely.

alcoholic poet said...

good to know you connected with what i was attempting to express.



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