"Thanks to Sweet Tracy for the link. Oh, and how I wish I could write this well." ginevra.typepad.com
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An Old Poem I'm Posting For A Friend To Read
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I want to be the bed
i want to be the front door
i want to be the collective garbage in your house
i want to be the hot water heater
your kitchen sink
your bathroom tub
your brand new office window
your new and improved CPU with a million monkeys typing for a million
years sending up pages of an owner's manual with maintenance tips and
diagrams outlining all your ifs ands or buts
i want to crack your skull
i want to crack your code
(I want you to want to crack my code to want to decode and recode....)
your sure thing
the love of your life
read my diary and steal my letters
i want you to want to
i want to catch you in the act
i want you to light up when i walk in the room
i want to be the centerpiece
the centerfold
the sports channel
the remote control
i want to be the button you push over and over and over and over and over
i want everything you're not saying seven times seventy to the nth power
i want to crawl inside you
i want to press tears out through your eyes
spit through your ears
teach you to whistle from the inside out
i want to shuffle the lines on your palm
i want to slip my foot into your Achilles heel
i want my thumbprints on each sole
i want to be your brother from a past life
i want to be your faithful companion Tonto Friday Watson Pavlov's dog
i want to run around in eternal circles with you and write a long,
long story longer than 99 years
give up my connections
give up my ghosts
i want cosmic reprieve for good behavior
i want to finish your sentence
i want to scare you
spin you close to the edge
shake your faith
give you the heebie-jeebies
make you shift in your seat
i want to make you sweat under my hand-held, thermo-nuclear flashlight
i want you to spill the pinto beans
i want you to make a run for it
i want to be the one you reconsider
i want to be your baby
i want to be your keeper
you can change your name
use my superhero alias
use my lucky brass elephant to double your winnings
for you i'll grow my mind
for you i'll change my schedule
for you i'll switch it all to a new account
be my nosy neighbor
be my crazy cousin
be my girlfriend
be my younger sister
be my drooling cat
be my favorite pen
be my italian poet
be my greek philosopher
be my rosetta stone
be my captured alien
be my angel gabriel
be my angel
i want you to take everything
i want you to take my blond hair, my red hair, my black and blue
shins, my scrubby elbows
my false eyelashes
my broken watches
my mismatched socks
my missing keys
my bad vision
my gold ring
all my sundays
all my 15 minutes
all my B-grade poetry
all my highwire-walking, tap-dancing, chainsaw-juggling words for i love you
i know the three secrets:
i know your eye color
i know your secret name
i know your real shoe size
(do you want to know the three ancient gestures that will hypnotize me
into believing
i'm your muse?)
give it up
surrender
name rank
Just read it. :)
via www.xkcd.com
via www.alaina.org
I don't know anyone who does this. :p
This used to be a personal blog and I monetized it (evolving to keeping to strict disclosure standards--in- post) but I sorta want it to be personal again, if kept vague to protect both the innocent and those less so.
Above:
The poem is awesome.
The not going to bed aspect of the cartoon is amusing in its depiction of someone very close to me who does the same--though not for the same reason.
Sorry folks, my offline life has me behind in posting. Getting caught up or on time at least starting tomorrow. Cheers!
Cyn
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