orgami's Diaryland Diary

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just wait You'll see

there is ice there still
a monotone of green and
silky grey

pushed up against the sky
like a fifty
slid across the wood of
the bar

thoughts
speculations
billowing in the
wind like great sails

and then the hot gentle
fire of the clean glass

double black russian
follow it down
to mingle and drown
the cheap haunted
language
pasteboard imagery
push pins and photographs

seeps out like hot fire
running in the dry grass

it wont be long
the band will play
chase away the
chills of memory

..O..

10:11 p.m. - 2007-04-11

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