currently listening to
on the street where you live,
from my fair lady
bart seat
how many people have sat in this seat
the bum
the teacher
the high school girl revising for her exam
the 35-year-old newly divorced
the dealer
me
what stories could it tell
how many people have sat in this seat
the bum
the teacher
the high school girl revising for her exam
the 35-year-old newly divorced
the dealer
me
what stories could it tell
afro
and how fertile has this soil been
are they weeds or are they weed-killers
rocks or compost or sunshine
and how could i really ever even know
standing in these very boots
with only a broken mirror
trying to look in on myself from afar
rather give me distance, give me space
give me perspective from the ethereally turquoise clouds
then maybe i will tell you
for sure, that is
so long as you clouds can tell me
whether darkness can reveal the light
within
and will some darkness stay forever dark
as just for select light, the same
and has my presence has been ambivalent
and am i left to blame
nomad
here we go again
going through the same
motions
emotions
packed suitcases
and lost words
this half-life that i live
(give me it all! one day, please)-
a rolling stone gathers no moss
and a 747 definitely doesn't.
i'll try, this time
i'll try, this time, to be genuine
knowing that it's happened before
and it'll happen again
that we'll try and stay in touch
that there will be many promises made
that verbal contract
fragile
meaningless?
depending...
i guesss it is a
we-shall-see thing.
but if there is any value
in
at least
the desire
and even the hope
imbued by the intention in making it,
well,
hopefully you can see
that i wish i could
that i do love you
i'll try, this time
i'll try, this time, to be genuine
knowing that it's happened before
and it'll happen again
that we'll try and stay in touch
that there will be many promises made
that verbal contract
fragile
meaningless?
depending...
i guesss it is a
we-shall-see thing.
but if there is any value
in
at least
the desire
and even the hope
imbued by the intention in making it,
well,
hopefully you can see
that i wish i could
that i do love you
weep
take only photos
and leave only footprints
preaches the conservation slogan
though don't try to conserve myself
with such words
i want more than your footprints
i certainly know that i'll leave more than my own on you
so long as you let me
(or maybe there's no choice...?)
because to know you
to feel you
to love you
or share you
is to be molded
impacted
often,
danced all over
held
and kissed all over
and sometimes
stamped all over
but always
to leave more than footprints
for this is my resonant frequency,
to be with you,
to live.
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