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March 18, 2010

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the Sun.

 

 

      like the
sun,   my face turns to you

 

                                                every
time you walk in            a room.

 

 

 

my skin tingles,   and

       feels,    like 
a rock

      in the sun….  warmed 
.

 

my heart doth not beat faster

            it beats
STRONGER.

      Steadier.

 

calmer,  like
listening to waves,

            on an ocean

     beating back

the tides

and that

        pesky

                    sand

                                on
the beach.

 

 

                                                                                                            but
you,      like the sun

 

 

                                                                                                                        beat ever onwards,

                                                                                                                   assiduously,

                                                                                                                  tirelessly,

                                                                                                                 without rest

                                                                                                                 you make ‘em

       sweat,

 

(it turns me on,
but)

 

you make me tired,   just
lookin’ at

          you, kid

 

    ,  i worry

                        that
like Ozymandias

 

                                                            that
king of kings

                                                ,
all dressed in St. Patty’s day greens,

                                                   ,that   man
behind the curtain,

                                                                (that   
man

                                                            (without
a home)

                                                          in a castle : in a city

                                                      ,   his love far, 
far   away….   )

 

 

                                                                   that
you,  too, shall end up alone.

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