May 27, 2005

• its a sunny day in the neighborhood, cool spring..sleep really helped.

  
  

  tried to post this yesterday but it did not happen

  
  

  today: write ekg/htn paper...BLAHHHH..

  
  

  my RIGHT, you LEFT

  
  

  copy write JANE05

  
  

   

  
  

   

  
  

  there’s nothing left or RIGHT

  
  

  handed about planned interactions

  
  

  reactions, usually hide a deeper secret

  
  

   

  
  

  are you keeping secrets

  
  

  from me to you, together

  
  

  like daytime television where

  
  

  she’s just another lay

  
  

   

  
  

  its out straight for me

  
  

  as if it will change who she

  
  

  is there actually a reason for

  
  

  this, is how we do it

  
  

  will only make one happy

  
  

   

  
  

  i question, why?

  
  

  together we stay then

  
  

  for our own madness?

  
  

  for religious hedonism?

  
  

  for love?

  
  

   

  
  

  there’s nothing LEFT of right

  
  

  after i dressed for winter

  
  

  most vulnerable parts exposed

  
  

   

  
  

  wire endings stripped

  
  

  bare tears dropped

  
  

  ashes crumbled in trays

  
  

  shattered into dis-array

  
  

  signaling interruption

  
  

  for those able to hear

  
  

  life fade

  
  

   

  
  

  like cracked velvet

  
  

  fingers intertwined in lace

  
  

  with desire winter smiled

  
  

  wide eyed and frozen

  
  

  ends touch warm  sensations

  
  

  adjusting to tiny flares

  
  

  of wicked stares

  
  

   

  
  

  how do i feel?

  
  

  like yesterday’s fruit

  
  

  shriveled up in a bowl

  
  

  as decoration for a tabletop

  
  

  smelling like yesterday’s news

  
  

  mixed with the sweet smell

  
  

  of puckered poison lips

  
  

   

  
  

  there’s nothing left or RIGHT

  
  

  to say that will make me heal

  
  

  -ing cannot occur without

  
  

  peace, space, time

  
  

   

  
  

  god save forgive

  
  

  for a gift of love

  
  

  can be given

  
  

  when we choose

  
  

  to believe or not

  
  

  to believe is to

  
  

  have faith or

  
  

  to have fear

  
  

  is to trust or

  
  

  suspect

  
  

   

  
  

  to live or  relive

  
  

  back to life

  
  

  as we know

  
  

  is to know

  
  

  this is no

  
  

  grey only

  
  

  black and white

  
  

  minds think alike

  
  

   

  
  

  so i think of

  
  

  your two sided

  
  

  bipolar thoughts

  
  

  half full, twice divided

  
  

  displaced, misplaced

  
  

  out of place, out of order

  
  

  emotionally insecure

  
  

   

  
  

  there is nothing to your RIGHT

  
  

  there is nothing to your LEFT

  
  

  you are simply

  
  

  alone

  
  

   

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