Post by Cy Skywalker on Sept 9, 2006 14:54:04 GMT -5
I have adored you
through words and thoughts and bytes
splinters of conversation-personality
realized how similar
and dissimilar
are the experience of the two.
My artistry grew--
with you.
Would you ever
step into my artists’ dormroom and volunteer
to get me to do the dishes right? The dusty swag (n.)
may not be “cool”, but I reside
in plastic comfort zones.
Would you ever
station yourself on the other end of the telephone,
perhaps the other end of the room,
and not only listen to my rants in Shakespearean
but record them, so that later, like I will want to
I can rifle through the pain-exploded words and find gems of syntax
actually good for something?
Would you ever
realize how much I think of you
in my state or country or time-of-mind
and become what I cannot--
that person who keeps their confidence closer than their mistakes?
What joy I would find from knowing someone had.
What joy you would find.
Have you ever
wondered if I’m (okay) prevailing
or maybe thinking of you
in the community of live muses?
That’s enough for now...
(Perhaps, in the rush of uncertain wording
there are those better for physically touching
and those better for imagining as
Victorian princes only trapped in the present
which always seems so common.)
through words and thoughts and bytes
splinters of conversation-personality
realized how similar
and dissimilar
are the experience of the two.
My artistry grew--
with you.
Would you ever
step into my artists’ dormroom and volunteer
to get me to do the dishes right? The dusty swag (n.)
may not be “cool”, but I reside
in plastic comfort zones.
Would you ever
station yourself on the other end of the telephone,
perhaps the other end of the room,
and not only listen to my rants in Shakespearean
but record them, so that later, like I will want to
I can rifle through the pain-exploded words and find gems of syntax
actually good for something?
Would you ever
realize how much I think of you
in my state or country or time-of-mind
and become what I cannot--
that person who keeps their confidence closer than their mistakes?
What joy I would find from knowing someone had.
What joy you would find.
Have you ever
wondered if I’m (okay) prevailing
or maybe thinking of you
in the community of live muses?
That’s enough for now...
(Perhaps, in the rush of uncertain wording
there are those better for physically touching
and those better for imagining as
Victorian princes only trapped in the present
which always seems so common.)
