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softcomponent Nov 2013

mattered less with a kiss to the ****,
wATT-ever you meant to say wasn't
really what I wanted to hear, so good
luck in your next life. perhaps we'll die
together someday. perhaps we'll marry
each other and find enlightenment bey
ond the LED future-red-eyes-eternal. I
wouldn't count on it, but it's only because
I'm not one for counting. watch my bank
account as if I'm some sordid college drop
-in who realized-- *I would spend time with
the details if time wasn't money

softcomponent Nov 2013

celery

already
I begin to wonder
whatever became of you?

for the record,
I miss
your
face.

the dispositions
changed
and we deserve a
trial

and for the record

I miss
your

face.

sun-drenched sandwiches in our photos of July. sun-drenched lovers until the day that we both die. sun-drenched lovers, there's a girl a lot like you. I can see straight through her, and pretend that we weren't true.

I miss
your
face.

softcomponent Nov 2013

surface temperature

blastoff to someplace still lingering -

it's waiting like talk into action.

blastoff to someplace still lingering -

'excuse me,' I say, as I'm *******

you

blastoff to someplace still figuring factors

eagerly backwards

seethingly acted

blastoff to someplace still triggering MapQuest

lost in the past, it's -

not like it lasted.

blastoff to someplace still picking the strings

licking the hinges of doors towards things-

blastoff to someplace still linger*ing -

softcomponent Nov 2013

causal implication

for the tricycle of a night, I conclude my life is becoming a literary event and I feel the poetry seep through every moment tinged with a beautiful narcissism some would call belief in myself or self-love self-help I'll-help-myself, thanks. I finally discover a glancing insanity of charm and wit- liberation, insanity, perspective, depends (on what) ?

I am slowly a freeman working freely in the free market freaking out in ecstatic *** for the world as a whole and even being kicked out of a pretty girls room for obnoxious insomnia gives me a reason to kiss the clear sky of melancholy happy-sad with another 'thank you' for making me whoever the hell I am, GOD, THANK YOU

it's another beautiful day in paradise, tossing dice to skew the probability in the direction of *it's the beautiful whatever and you're welcome for everything

softcomponent Nov 2013

blogspot

believe me when I say I'm drunk and n
o one heard you speaking your name I
forgot it Love Dove Treasure Trove open
me to page 127 to see if you believe in any
thing at all, or if something might occur in

r-r-r-r-retrospect

softcomponent Nov 2013

Grace

Tomorrow is a sliver of custom
and today is just tradition seating the young for fairy tales written in Sanskrit.

she sees through the veil, only because the water split by divine intention,
and confusion is left beached and butchered in a slab of brain meat way up there--
trapped in the solstice of carrion baggage and the summer months of mind.

I wonder if she'll forget me
as the morning singes the corners of the earth and crumples whatever idea I had of nothing
and nothing and nothing and nothing

reminds her, exist only in detail, in prose:
so roses are red, violets are blue,
eruptions occur, and the water sees you

the water sees you.

softcomponent Oct 2013

zenny

talk is cheap

so is gum

so let's buy a pack of

alltalknoaction with a

hit of *allworkandnoplaymakesjackadullboy

young, dumb, and full of ***.