Experiment 9/15/04
June 10th, 2007
I miss you more when winter carries scents of orchids and amapolas
off mountains and hills
I miss your concord cherry heart like I miss the happy wag of my dog’s tail
How sad that I think of you more than you think of me…
I feel desolate, abandoned and damn pist off for feeling anything for you
But the day grows short and so does my memory.
You bounced off Aztec pyramids leaving me behind
When I finally acquiesced you laughed
I wrote it all down, now I read to quench the hunger of truth
A feeling that slowly returns as a nauseatic sensation of road kill
bathed in a bottle of my perfume.
Funny, life has a way of making you clean up messes of memory, heart and place. I have five boxes of pictures, journals and documents that I have already burnt. Many of it were copies, documents or letters of people I haven’t spoken to in years. Others were my first experiments with words and my personality. Only two out of those 7 boxes survived: experiments. add to del.icio.us
June 13th, 2007 at 12:29 pm
“Funny, life has a way of making you clean up messes of memory, heart and place. I have five boxes of pictures, journals and documents that I have already burnt. Many of it were copies, documents or letters of people I haven’t spoken to in years. Others were my first experiments with words and my personality. Only two out of those 7 boxes survived: experiments.”
yah. done the same thing. threw out some really awesome journals.
j
June 16th, 2007 at 11:54 am
Remember I am on back log, you will still receive much more writing. Besides I threw out two journals from my teenage years. (I was in angry Colombian mode before I even made up the term!)
June 17th, 2007 at 3:48 am
I haven’t burned most of my clutter. actually they are more than seven boxes stockpiled in my room. It would take a month before I sort out everything.