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Just gimme a call,
we'll do coffee
at that shop in the mall.

I have lotsa time,
minutes to spare,
my cellular plan is fine,
not that you really care.

Just gimme a ringie,
I downloaded a tone,
we can have some coffee-
beats sitting around all alone.

___
Coffee and cell:
http://beautyineverything.com/5063911283
d.
10 oct. 10
(Once a poet said ''all poets are liars)

You made life seem like it's larger than life
Have you ever lived your own poetries so rife?

You poets are thieves...

You stole all the good things to say in life
And you hit the truth sharp like a knife

You poets are unconscious killers

How words can change everything
Truth implied?
Life questioned?
Aches plain-implied?

I am no Poet....
I am a Man of a simple truth
Riding in your truck,
Just you and me.
Off to see a football game.
The conversation was lite on the way there.
We talked about next year,
How great it will be to have our own house.
We talked about who we want to join us here,
How you will stay out of my way when I am having one of my "days."
We watched the game,
Saw old friends,
Met your family,
Snuggled in the bleachers.
When I said I was cold you offered your warmth,
When I said I was tired you offered your shoulder,
When I said I didn't understand this game you offered your knowledge .
On the way home we talked about relationships,
The good ones and the bad ones.
It seems we both have had more of the latter.
I can't help but think I missed my chance with you.
I wish I could go back to last year,
Make my move while I had the chance.
Now when I really see it's someone like you I want it's too late.
I wish I could have sat in the middle seat of your truck,
I wish I could have had your arm around me,
I wish you could offer your cheek for me to gently kiss.
I will forever be your friend because I still want to have at least one great guy in my life.
I want to get working,
But Moon seems to find me.
I want to check list offs.
I want to be Zen.

I'd like to temp-rid her,
But phases distract me,
To close and forget her,
To blank, and then bed.


    the watery choke
       that passes for notes


She ties stomach knotlettes.
She ruins my meals.
Lobotomy fantasies cling.

But suffer the giver.
This surfer may learn here.
This Angel Moon soon may just sing.
I need a
Jiminy Cricket
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