Cut and Paste, Start Again

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Thursday

The trouble is that there are still lingering traces
in the air here--

I fell asleep thinking about the last time;
when you told me that I kissed like a woman
who had stepped out of a Klimt painting-
like someone who belonged to a world
that could not anticipate the rigid, straight,
lines of the modern world.

It's funny to me how something that seemed
so sweet at the time disolves into
a lump of pretentious dribble
with a little hindsight and bitterness--

The trouble is
that there are still these lingering bits in the air
and everytime I sit down to write
they collect and take form.
I don't want to keep mulling over these dead bits.
I don't.
But, I don't seem to have it in me either,
to make new things grow.

13:02 - 08 November 2007

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