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Sunday, July 14, 2002 :::
 

Ok, once again I just want to state how amazing yesterday was. I made a tiny post about it but blogger is messed up & it hasnt posted yet & Im not sure if it will. Well, I havent written many poems lately, so I dug up this one from about 2 years back, because it pretty much explains where I'm at once again. Only now I'm a bit older & wisere & all those wonderful things you get out of growing up over a 2 year period.Once again, Blogger doesnt let me space out poems like they should be, so when something is capped, it should be a new line. "I Haven’t Written Many Poems Lately"

I threw my baby away
Too busy to dry its tears
Suffocated in my chest
Mixing with trivial voices and texts
Neglected by my nimble fingers
Grasping for a break in time
Time to nurture and console

I forgot my baby
Lost somewhere in the crowded streets
Flattened by the stampedes of
Carbon and monoxide
I searched in empty hearts and faces
In lips of friendly strangers
For the spirit of my love child

These friendly strangers
Their eyes shine through mine
Around me
And to the 7-11 on the corner
Where you have to walk arm in arm
Or give a hand
To the helpless

They are the lost children of day
Finding themselves in the night
By the shade of turning trees
And the romance of the local transit
And the graves of lost patriots
Pissing in the gutters
And searching for their reflection in puddles

I found a new version of myself
In the children around me
In the longing for the lips of those not so strange
But strangely wonderful enough
Under the romance of fluorescent lights
In nights on the street under my window
Whose shades are always shut tight

I stare at recycled skin
Biting the skin around my nails
Searching for the taste of someone I used to know
A young girl…a baby
From the phallic symbol of the States
Trying to learn to trust again and find love again and friendship some more.


::: posted by Jen at 2:39 PM


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