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Jan. 21st, 2010

02:12 am - poem

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I go down into the cool basement where
the open foundation peers out of the walls
upstairs she's sleeping, beautiful and
uncomplicated, in a dream I'll never know
my cats want to know what happened
what can I say to them?
I'm sorry, I went back to smoking . . .
don't come down here, I want to be alone
my work is fulfilling but 
there is something the size of a needle
it rents a hole inside my brain, a tunnel of worry
air escapes and makes things cold
I used to have that control
things to keep me busy, a goal, some bright idea
countless directions and possibilities
the reason why I came down here tonight
I had a meaning, 
a strong sense of knowing
but now I just shiver from the dropping temperatures
and wait for the old spirit of wonder to make me feel better
the basement is a blunt place 
to awaken the soul
so what was it I came down here for?
the future has no home, 
it looms like a pendulum, moving
from desire to desire, and back to
love, time-honored
my teeth sink deeper into a bed of gums
I'm growing old, and in my house
like guests, they come and go
they smile, nod, give encouragement
I return to this
rhythm of exhaustion.

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From:(Anonymous)
Date:January 21st, 2010 08:51 am (UTC)
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Mate :/
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:January 21st, 2010 07:52 pm (UTC)
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I like it a lot!
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From:(Anonymous)
Date:January 31st, 2010 01:36 am (UTC)

hmm

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I miss having a basement...

this line is great - "my teeth sink deeper into a bed of gums"
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From:altheabashar
Date:January 31st, 2010 02:59 am (UTC)

Re: hmm

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Thank you!
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From:cookitaly
Date:April 20th, 2010 01:18 pm (UTC)

Jan 21st Poem

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I get a senes of turmoil from this, of pacing, coming and going, that pendulum of the future, the questioning, the longing for the certaintities of the past, the envy of the beautiful uncomplicated dreamer.
The poem makes me feel your exhaustion.
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