orgami's Diaryland Diary

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sometimes ................

.................sometimes I just
dont know...............

and I feel like I should

exhausted unlike anything in
years not since 1989
Carolee's apartment getting
wasted on Pernod and waking
up in her waterbed Her Clinique
her cigarette hue..the chinese
screens from an antique store
screwed across the windows
and the lights from the backyard
mill houses climbing down the
steep hill throwing the shadows
of the cherry tree that bloomed
and caught snowflakes thick
and frozen as she slept and I lay
wide awake wondering who It was
I was

Bryan Ferry in my ears from her
albums..the sconce lights
the drafty place with the cold
icy winds blown in off the Great
lakes to the west
rising and dumping their snow
before rising up over the greater
backbones of the ancient pre glacial
mountian ranges

the water bed heater on
the flooring plant with its
rustle down the hill and across
the rails that twisted in from the
feilds by the big East river
and shuddered its morning arrival
over Thunder Bridge

fall asleep to the thick shadows
merging and twisting falling
through the cherry tree

the taste of kisses and pernod
and nicotine........

1:17 a.m. - 2012-08-10

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