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you don’t want to buy a bunny but you’ve already told your ex-wife you’re doing fine and now she’s requested a photo of something you love.  pet stores make you claustrophobic and you wonder if this is the same everywhere.  you decide to borrow your neighbor’s good camera but when you get to his door you hear him mowing your lawn.  a car going too fast makes to turn around in his driveway but blows a tire on the curb, backs up, and continues on its much sadder way.  you’ve seen your neighbor’s adult daughter without a shirt but at the time your dad was in the hospital and it was the beginning of not being turned on.  you don’t remember who but some odd duck sent him a snowglobe instead of flowers.
Unexpected importance
he's all I think about

Genuine interest
I want to know everything

Influential passions
more than I've ever encountered

Honesty
I couldn't lie to him even if I wanted to

Determination
*I'd usually give up by now...
Lustiges Zusammensein der Landleute (Happy gathering of country folk)

Piping rises in the air,
rough fingers tapping a rhythm
as earth stained feet
circle to nature's beat.
A scherzo of blurring colours
and laughter
seeping into the ink
of Beethoven's notebook.
I set myself on fire
In hopes of keeping you warm
The only thing I desired
To be part of your beautiful storm
But eventually I burnt out
the light had long faded away
A smirk planted on your mouth
I guess you never intended to stay
Instead kicked my ashes to the wind
Goodbye old friend
empty casings
lie beside
empty bodies

tell me
where the souls go
the ones that disappear
every second
the ones
whose shadows
lie red
smeared
forgetting
on the road

keep my eyes
on their echoes
i am too afraid
to contemplate
the infinity
after

i am brave enough
to contemplate
the lack
of eternity
that reaches me
before forever
You listen
You don't listen
Do you

Whisper
The words you hate to say
I will nod
And smile
And you will
Never notice
Darkness
Tainting them

Your words
Stopped making sense
Weeks ago
And I'm sick
Of your rhyming
aa bb aa
a b a b a

Repetition
Leave me
It's easier
To believe in a dishonesty
When you hear it
Over and over
Tree branch prancing,

Raindrop race,

Icy wind dancing,

Washed satin, cotton and lace.

**


(When you wash laundry and it starts raining...)
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