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by Rainmaker

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-07-09 01:52:00

Shit that happened
long ago, written
in diaries untold
wicked truthful
tales, throw in the
closet if you were
to read it … its
painful, to remember
that i cared the way
i did, when i wrote
that bullshit … in
the diary of shame.
wanna know my inner
most secrets, just check
my sleeve, and listen
to what i say-
cuz sometimes, ill even mean it …
maybe …remember when
i asked you to the dance?
we hooked up at the party …
For some dime store romance …
forget the times we never
shared … and the framing
of your face … in your dark hair …
oh fuck the words scralled
in notebooks which remind you
of what you built upon …
roaming for the moment,
notes without a song –
tryin to find that one
who bring the new world to light-
and why do i give a damn …
The only headlight aint too bright …
lookin guilty in picture ..
and meltin in my arms
rain it falls beneath my feet …
gets me wet, with its charms …
write me a manifesto,
1000 lines a day, about
who you love, and find in rooms …
after the recess bell did ring …
king of missing reasons,
motives desguised as photo opportunities …
why come together, in harmony, or unity
when will the universal note pad- not
be so boring, or so bad,
singing sad songs, with voices silent …
making speeches to losers
who read too much,
and get stoned too much …
and im losing my touch,
which is plain to see …
Im unfit for the vent
and lift the block, find the key ..
heaven sent … Turn off the lights,
close the door …
Im spent.