i’ve read more words these days

reached deep into your tattered pockets

from a past

found them filled with your

former foreign language

the then of you

dripping from every line

the artery of last decade’s language

branched and broken off

held each vein

precious vein

to surface

to skin

opening like the petals

of ready cunt flower

stabbed again and again.

the threaded needle of your beaded blood

carried the same message

‘go easy with it’, you said

just a little

just a taste

here and there

now and then

just a little bit of it

to jump-start creative juices

or else you will wind up

walking and pacing

pacing and walking

like the rest of them.

it feels as though your

tattered shoes

have worn weary

thirty years of justification

forty on rationalization’s

crooked path

just a little

just a taste now and then

and then its a decade

of smoking and hoping

and then its today.

but where are you

who are you again?

walking and pacing

pacing and strolling

the stroll of the foolish


and wasted away

from then to today

6.12.07 for SR

About lindalou5150

as exercise or exorcism, i write...for the eyes of others, for my eyes and heart only, for the love and the rage, i release the gamut of tell the truth and say what's often thought but not written...
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