the stars, the sea, and sleep.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

Worn-Out SoCal Slip-Ons

I remember running into the sea
With the other half of me.
Someone has been watching me,
Caring for the wounds they inflict
When everything gets violent.
When trauma from the dramatic event,
Pragmatic intentions so I won’t remember
Drinking coffee from a mug
(Or tea from a thermos),
That meeting in Montauk
Because I just
Don’t want to drive anyone anymore.
Gasping for air,
Grasping for hair,
I got it but I don’t get it
In perspective to a former self.
I guess I understand what you meant,
Because I think about it every moment.

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