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Kiagen McGinnis Feb 2011
'i'm addicted to this feeling'
this feeling of: not being at school
not being sober
& being with you and only you.
windows down and the sun make it
amplified,
a moment without end.
Kiagen McGinnis Feb 2011
on top of a hill
instead of apologies:
'take my hand
and scream as much
as it hurts.'
remembering your
guitar calloused
fingers
and watching it all
drift away.
Kiagen McGinnis Feb 2011
'thank you for  your call,'
the familiar click of the phone.
he finished the remainder of his shift.
he waited until there were no others.
he climbed into the cellar.
he stripped himself of clothing.
he crumpled like a tissue.

and wept.and wept.and wept.and wept.
'your brother was murdered this morning,'
the
lady
had
said.
Kiagen McGinnis Feb 2011
with face hardpressed against the
                                    cold tile
it becomes an airplane window.
eyes flutter open to see a world i know
                                    nothing about.
Kiagen McGinnis Feb 2011
as coffee gloriously pollutes my veins
warding off sleep.every cell in my body      
                                                                       pleads to be
                                                                       aligned with every cell in his.
2:29 a.m.
Kiagen McGinnis Feb 2011
cloaked in a black cave
my fingerpainted strokes
make the silence
pregnant with
care
&
disregard
&
those feelings submerged
inside somewhere.
if a ravenous bear appeared
i'd be happy for the company.
Kiagen McGinnis Feb 2011
hardwood
and the smell of writing
writing
and the smell of hardwood
i could sleep here
under the disorganized desk
and wake up in

unequivocal happiness.
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