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The Hundred Year Lovers
When she asked, "Where will you go on the day that I die?"
he drew a big empty house in a tree on a hill.
She said, "Draw me the things I must never forget,"
so he drew both of his hands, asleep in a jewelry box
in the big empty house in a tree on a hill.
She said, "Draw something of mine you know you will miss"
so he drew both of his hands asleep in a jewelry box
cupping her heart with a key in its throat.
When she said, "Draw something else you know you will miss"
he drew her shimmering brain, perched on a pedestal
cupping his heart with a key in its throat.
She said, "Draw what I'll look like in fifty-six years,"
so he drew her shimmering brain, perched on a pedestal
deep in a cloud of grandfather clocks.
When she said, "Draw what I'll look like in sixty-five years"
he drew her in their bed, coughing up paper orchids
deep in a cloud of grandfather clocks.
She said, "This is the thing you must never forget--
me in our bed, coughing up paper orchids
telling you where to go on the day that I die."
When she asked, "Where will you go on the day that I die?"
he drew a big empty house in a tree on a hill.
She said, "Draw me the things I must never forget,"
so he drew both of his hands, asleep in a jewelry box
in the big empty house in a tree on a hill.
She said, "Draw something of mine you know you will miss"
so he drew both of his hands asleep in a jewelry box
cupping her heart with a key in its throat.
When she said, "Draw something else you know you will miss"
he drew her shimmering brain, perched on a pedestal
cupping his heart with a key in its throat.
She said, "Draw what I'll look like in fifty-six years,"
so he drew her shimmering brain, perched on a pedestal
deep in a cloud of grandfather clocks.
When she said, "Draw what I'll look like in sixty-five years"
he drew her in their bed, coughing up paper orchids
deep in a cloud of grandfather clocks.
She said, "This is the thing you must never forget--
me in our bed, coughing up paper orchids
telling you where to go on the day that I die."
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Date: 2010-04-12 05:35 pm (UTC)Though I would prefer my girl to draw my mind, rather than my brain, if there is a difference.
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Date: 2010-04-12 07:07 pm (UTC)i am inspired to paint a soul, though i don't know where to start.
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Date: 2010-04-12 07:20 pm (UTC)When you ask folks where the mind is, frequently they point to the heart.
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Date: 2010-04-12 10:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 07:03 pm (UTC)Did you get this from a collection? If so, which one!
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Date: 2010-04-12 07:16 pm (UTC)this is a napowrimo poem, frm lj_lowhumcrush, who is some sort of freaky wizard.
Hey! I've seen that fab poet about!
Date: 2010-04-12 07:27 pm (UTC)Thanks so much for the rec!
Re: Hey! I've seen that fab poet about!
Date: 2010-04-12 08:14 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-12 09:40 pm (UTC)jack of all trades, master of none
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Date: 2010-04-26 01:38 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-26 05:08 pm (UTC)but i'm watching you guize!
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Date: 2010-04-26 09:02 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-04-27 03:45 am (UTC)very soon, maybe this week we can chat it up someplace.
ma-che-te! ma-che-te
green thumbs beneath a word-umbrella
Date: 2010-04-30 10:03 pm (UTC)spring is nature's high five
Date: 2010-04-30 11:03 pm (UTC)i am concretekissed at gmail
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Date: 2010-05-06 11:37 am (UTC)Do not make me come over there. You can have two weeks, and you have had them, and now I need you back. I need flowers and chilluns and paintings and all the beautiful things from your mind in your words. The days are grayer when you're not in them.
LURVE.
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Date: 2010-05-06 01:52 pm (UTC)I will email you soon.
<3
in absentia
Date: 2010-05-13 07:53 pm (UTC)but not forgotten
Date: 2010-05-14 12:46 am (UTC)new gig is exhausting, tho happily so. i go home having worked every part of my being, from limbs to organs. i got alot of writing in me, but lack the leisure to sit down and unpack.
good to hear from you! and hug yr fine lady for me.
shall hug her in a few minutes!
Date: 2010-05-14 01:06 am (UTC)We just hope you're happy, healthy & well, lady, glad you love your job!
lucky you!
Date: 2010-05-14 03:23 am (UTC)