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May 12, 2004

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yes, i’m reading Phillip Roth–so sue me… yes, i love it 😛


 


 


 


goodbye, columbus


 


 


bright grey lighting


   set foggily


            out


 


against


                                                clear spring rain


 


                                                                        (the light,


                                                                                    heavy kind


                                                                            you’d dream of


                                                                                      for lovers


                                                                                                            and British moors}


 


 


                                                            dash out


                                                                                    with the expectations of friends


                                                                                                on the front lawn


 


                                                                                                                        leaning


                                                                                                                and laughing


                                                                                                                          casually


 


like magazine models


or figments of shadows in the corner


 


                                    standing beside that sycamore tree


 


 


                                                                                                waiting for me?


 


 


 


                                                                    i do wonder about you…


                                                                        at times,


                                                                                    in the night


                                                                                     and day


 


                        like a Phillip Roth


                                         style of


                                    story that I


                            must admit,


                                                I wrote myself—


                                                                        I am proud to say…


 


 


                                                                                    a love no’ meant to be?


                                                                                        —a fizzing, ephemeral thing…


 


                                                                                                {like the bubbles


                                                                                          in champagne


                                                                                                            flutes


                                                                                            inexplicable


                                                                                                       in every way


                                                                                                but that they are there


 


                                                                              and floating upwards,


                                                                                    continually….


 


                                                                        aiming,


                                                                   ever higher,


                                                              in a meandering,


                                                                        unexplainable,


                                                                                    way…


                                                                                                  appearing from nowhere


 


                                                                                      but a beige


                                                                                           sweet


                                                                                        floaty-tasting


                                                                                                            liquid,


                                                                                                                           that makes


                                                                                                                           your mind


                                                                                                                                abuzz…


 


                        simpering


                                    and gone.


 


       and fragile


            as if, had,    never been


                         never to be


                                    there at all…..—


                                                                i do miss that floaty feeling


                                                                        you used to give me


                                                                    -yes, that mindless emotion-


                                                                          that used to happen


 


                                    when i pressed my heart


                                                up against yours


                                        and yours,


                                                   against mine…}


 


 


                                                                                    and as i walk out,


                                                                                                into the rain…


                                                                                                                        and fog.


 


                                                                                                                                i


                                                                                                                                tilt


                                                                                                                                my


                                                                                                                               head


                                                                                                                        upwards


 


                                                                                                         towards the sky


                                                            and let the cool,


                                                                        droplets


 


                                                                               of moisture


 


                                                                        leap


                                                      and hit my face


 


                                                                                    with only the slightest of shutters.


 


 


            {yes, Goodbye, Columbus{…


 

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Comments»

1. moonmilk - May 17, 2004

coool!

2. lastmeasure - May 18, 2004

hey, kool site. visit mine when u have a chance., l8r

3. Anonymous - May 25, 2004

hey goofy…. what up? have not talked to you in a while… hope all is well with you… take care!

4. Anonymous - May 28, 2004

Phillip Roth… not bad.
my favorite quote from him:
” you are who you pretend to be”
guess where that’s from.
and: interesting poem; I loved the champagne metaphor

5. shadowcat2012 - August 23, 2004

There you are! I’ve been looking for you dearest. Grr, procrastination and college, not a good combo. Just spreading the obvious. My favorite Roth quote: “The road to Hell is paved with work-in-progress”. Make sure you rad “The Conversion of the Jews”. I think taht was my favorite of the stories. SO what have you been up to? Hit me back, ❤ Diane :)P.S. – Procrastination strikes again! I swear your present is int eh mail this time. You’ll get it before you go to China. If not, I”ll describe it to you, lol. much ❤


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