i leave a paragraph for most
a page at times
i spent a chapter in India
a volume for ships and seas
i knew a girl who claimed a novel for her own
some jotted notes in Arabic and a dictionary of Spanish
for you:
i left a printing press
i stalled my publication of adventure classics and romance novelettes
swathed a forest clean and bled my ink wells dry
awaiting a daily publication for my illiterate heart
a trilogy, a book, a pamphlet
a god damn note saying why
i got an epitaph
a stone carving goodbye
Monday, September 25, 2006
missing pieces ~
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reminds me of Guster's song Amsterdam...
good song
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