out on to / the floor
this i give you / my heart /
& blood drips through my fingers
there isn't much to offer
i have taken all i have to give
now take this from me
talk about shape shifters
& funny how people don't see me
& how you looked right through me
walked right through me / & didn't notice
it's all i have to give / i hold my heart
higher / blood runs down my arms / body
pulses / some where you have for gotten
loaded down with / loaded / armloads
poetry / is that what you wanted
& i've decided that poetry is any thing
that isn't love /
& i give you strong emotion / / a thought
on the end of my hand as it moves between my legs
oh yes / you / quite the memory /
funny how people for get people /
& to day the weather turns / / again / closer to "that" side
of the sun / / & i dream of warmer climes / again / i dream
& to day / yes ter day / the realization / of absolute truth
a body of sickness / / what is this / i've been given
so the mind talks out loud again / always telling me
what it thinks / / & it thinks i should try to get better
stop fucking around / start taking / / care
it's the little things / a walk now & then / stretch the soul
less / / stress / /
but the body refuses / some how / it likes the pain /
it's taken some getting used too /
& up stairs / children / toss turn / & in my bed
a small brown boy sleeps / waits for his father to return
time time less in his small world / / a father who travels / /
we adjust in our infinite ways / he who comes & he who goes
always returns / / & see i don't wish for time to pass too quick lee
i rhythm out / distorted / / heart beat
feel my own tired ness / move slow est
i can't hold back time / no matter how hard i try
yet / they say / some say / time heals
& i'm not sure if i believe that now
because i think i've for given / for gotten
those tres passes / over it / doesn't bother me
any more / /
it's the sins // body me this / / my own past
can't be for given / / & mesh this out
gone now / / most of it blur / blur catches up
coats the eyes / weakens
up stairs in the white tile bath room
the heater runs /
& you know / i think i'm in love again
love with no thing to offer / in love with
the idea / the thot / the may be
what is my holy trinity /
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