gentle
that was her
and giving too
fast asleep
under sheets
watching tv
grinning always
you're too kind
you're too kind
she would say
you're too kind
again and again
loud speaker paint splatter
i fell into her laughter
her soul
her fucking
her
confusion
that was us
in the depths
under the swarm
under the sheets
mesmerized just so
i fell into her
i can remember her every step
on that boardwalk
and each direction that her dress moved
in the august wind
we laughed endlessly
we played each other
in supporting roles
shot in black & white graininess
over theatre applause
in a kensington market
i fell into her moving mind
i fell into her laughter
her soul
her fucking
her
Thursday, October 22, 2009
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