Friday, May 7, 2010


Flipping through a new chapter that is already outmoded
Exceptions on top of expectations on top of me
Crawling into the light with heavy eyes
Dreaming of cherry wood and I guy I used to know
He had the same arms and rugged mouth
Matchstick teeth and smoky sound
In death he is forgotten
Except this morning, when you are him and I am barely awake
But here
Listening to you talk while I play piano strings in my pocket
Wondering if I fit. Where you did
Or if you were just
And was that enough
Or were there strings in your pocket making music

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