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i see you

in and out

within five

and

i'm

searching for god, again

only finding cold ones,

and wishing for summer days

when I remember, suddenly

that I hate summer.

so, I wonder..

should I change

this little winter dress,

and feign a smile,

while watching you go for little girls

with orange curls,

and old men with

lint in their pockets?



I can't remember

the last time I saw your

smile, edgy

and green eyes,

lite my fire, baby.

And, before you notice that all I've put together

are meaningless words,

into more meaningless phrases,

and, before I notice

That I've revealed myself in waves,

and listened for your righting reflex,

We'll all be sitting on a couch,

smoking a bowl,

and watching a porn flick.

Because porn isn't just for losers anymore.

Its art,

ohh baby, make it harder,

and entertainment

rolled into one.



I laugh when you quote Vonnegut or Doug Adams,

and you tell me its all elitist bullshit,

"go fuck yourself."

but there are too many stars in the sky, baby

and it seems luck just done run out...

but I still have

my cold gods

and cherries jubilee



8:59 AM 2/15/03