orgami's Diaryland Diary

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days event

her words are hot tracer rounds
of love

if i could stand up
and catch them with my chest

but im not there yet
not totally

the house is clean
dusted swept mopped vacumed

even turned on the lava lamp
again after all the months of
leaving it off

those eyes
those laugh lines faint like
an echo rippling
the green tinge
and black eyeliner

i rub her feet with my
strong long hands
soft and pliant
for half a day
tommorrow i will sand
plaster feet
strangers feet in
need of us
braces and shoes
hard velvety plaster
rough from the cast
but soon smoothed down
by my sanding
turn it hold it sand
it shake the dust off
to see what needs to
be adjusted

need to do a lot tommorrow

am waking up at seven thirty
five hours from now
walk my half hour to work
sit at my table at McDonalds

think about those real people
again
think about how real i am
maybe

tommorrow is Doctor Barbara day

i like her

dont feel tired

but need to go now
for now anyway

happy that i finished my
painting finally
get some cash eh?
artist
dont feel like one though

dream time now

goodnight!

2:11 a.m. - 2007-03-19

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