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seville-marina
seville-marina
American i'm no writer. i'm a visual artist actually. words are things i sling about carelessly most of the time. sometimes i like to organize them but, it's still sloppy when i do. a mess that reflects the rest of my messy life.
alone this morning amber rays outstretched across the parking lot and i'm the first one there halo rising above the corrugated warehouse roof the only car in the lot is mine my skin warms with the beams that reach it alone but, not quite lonely gold specks are strewn across the asphalt around my feet content with my being humid air wrapping me in a soft embrace his gray truck crunches past me the sparkles dull and the rays fade my clam is inturupted the beams blend into a scorching wave a simple " g'morning" reminds me of what i lack the air tightens itself around my throat lonely, but not alone anymore
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Sep 4, 2013
Sep 4, 2013 at 9:51 AM UTC
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i walk up cigarettes in hand you already have a conversation going and i'm out of the loop something about john's motorcycle i don't know anything about motorcycles i can't chime in on this one i stand and take a long drag i feel the haze fill up my lungs let it out slow watch it swirl and tumble away i'm nervous so anxious i've been off my meds for days the cigarettes are keeping me calm -ish you look at me eye's bright with intelligence piercing and i feel like you see through me but, i know you don't "right, seville?" you are being sarcastic you are always sarcastic sarcastic and a bit woeful and i like it "oh, yeah totally." i offer up matching your mockingly inquisitive tone i'm in on it now you invited me in the same way you always do the conversation rambles on i throw in a comment take some drags and then another one we're on car engins now that's some thing i know all the while i couldn't care less because i'm watching your eyes flash while you form thoughts your lips contort while you make words your hands fly while you explain i finish my cigarette i walk away
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Aug 23, 2013
Aug 23, 2013 at 11:29 AM UTC
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deep breath in. slow breath out. red painted lips wrapped around white, paper sticks. deep breath in. slow breath out. red painted lips indulging a gray, hazy fix.
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Aug 20, 2013
Aug 20, 2013 at 1:50 PM UTC
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