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That the other forecasts predicted only to exist in a halo Rain snow and shine stuck hanging mid-air Where there's not enough gravity to go around for all my weatherfall still there Under a storm of blankets and mixed limbs that become the eye Sounding down my spine with lighting striking from your mouth into mine.
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One eye staring from over a pillow full of a moment we'd rather stay awake for.Ī tangle of your hair bolting across your cheek I liken to drinking black coffeeĪnd those electric lips owning the words that almost drown Glued together with tiny memories of your face. I've made out of the words beauty and grace Or your driving foot gets a little heavy and the windows come down.įaster, faster coming to me faster across lines that blur into the treesĭancing on the edge of my vision blowing bubbles in a see through room There is no volume control for my daydreamsĪnd there are no knobs for this kind of radio Just two in the running tally, of my error. I know my sleeves shouldn't be so ******* filthyīecause from this distance and from what I wear, some may confuse my heart for the muckĪll the love I've tasted with a pinched nose trying to stem disgust I can imagine the view from up there and believe me You know the one about how heaven and hellĪre also just trying to figure each other out. Harder than stilling shaky hands from all my mental pacin aroundĪnd impossible as that one poem I read to you aloud. I've been wrong about more things than I care to countĪnd I still try to count on all the things up in the air that I haven't nailed downīut my love is so unreal it's getting kind of hard to figure all this unreality out. I understand there are many ways for another to mistake their symbols Words, a few lines, hoping to put a smile Or a game of slots can brings out the art of creativity There is a picture of a rooster on the kitchen wallīut lots of love was there in that old house: The African scented candle stick: forgettingįavorite visitors took time from the morning routine, The sun won’t stay behind the clouds forever, When I'm next to the heater in a leather chair, It danced on the wind past the library window,Ĭareless and free and absolutely beautiful. The backside of northeastern calendar monthsīut it is what it is, and too cold anyway That i imagine must use their sugar water to maintain better bongs Like garden birds and backyard bird feeders So we get high to get by like smokeheads doīut i need something sexier to wake up to It's the backend of the wannabe springtime middays in may
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The death of colors, inhibitions and innocenceĬhoked away from the branches certain seasons undressĪnd new england is the skin that won't keep Or that it's by design lakes freeze over hereĪnd mold mirrors made with angels in mind It gets ugly along the ridgepole of rhode island and providence plantationsĪlong the varicose veins of these violent streets There's nothing personable about wintry skies above the boston harbor Those talking heads, ranting this or that The most of what this weathered man can keep from the hurricane's namesake. he will leave the water to dry & in the morning, revisit the path of her leaving by the water stains. The weatherman will refuse to mop his unpolished floor.
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& yet as droplets form into a series of familiar satellite images following him from room to room, The weatherman lazily fumbles for his keys & unhurriedly enters his front door, like he is sorry to abandon the noise for an echoing quiet, like the four walls are infinitely more oppressive. What is the weatherman thinking about as he stares at his house, now? his rain boots are filling up with water & he just keeps on standing there, gathering what he can of her.
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his hand shook through the tv screen when he hovered it over the satellite image of the violent winds. but he kept on saying the storm's name as if it was a lover scorned, yet still very much adored - like the telephone directory wasn't a book full of strangers at all the weatherman cleared his throat several times as if it was the first name he ever recognized as being bad news.
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The weatherman closes his umbrella & stands under the rain for a long time, after the taxi drives off.Įarlier, he was on tv giving an update about the hurricane: the particulars on the direction, the wind's maximum speed, the storm signals - the weatherman could be reciting these from a telephone directory for all he cared.
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