I don't want to blame you b/c it's not
all your fault, prob'ly, but
if it wasn't for you
i wouldn't be sitting here on this coffee filled night
far from home,
sleeplessness
post flight trauma and the trace of
prescription drugs
in my veins
no, if it wasn't for you and
what you'd done i'd be smug
i mean snug in my bed back home or
you'd be here in this
far away coffee shop with me
and i wouldn't be dressed this way or thinking out
loud as pedestrians float by in the rain-glossy streets
after midnight in this city that's a million miles wide
or six week's walk from where i really live
i wouldn't
be here eating
alone at five to one in the morning
night cafe, a city, raggae forever on the ragged old stereo,
it it weren't for you i wouldn't be here now, less confused,
be more able to think in pure abstractions and gradients of light
rather than these words
so i guess i'll say
thanks
and eat
and the city will crawl on, far away from 2 cats
18 plants and 36 secret saints, friends that i love
but it's late now and time to
go sit and
reflect on things in an apartment full of pain
killers
it's time it's night it's raining
no longer--
so, dream in your own
far away city,
take a taxi somewhere,
watch it turn through puddles
think about me i
miss you, y, so much.
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ugh. let this serve as a warning not to write or publish anything while deprived of sleep.
i'm going for breakfast now.
Let it all out.
No shame in being glorious.
I like this Lorne. Like C said, no shame.
I miss you too be-atch.
this is glorious, and messy, and with a rhythm that pummeled my chest and made it ache.
your friends love you too.
:)
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