Wednesday, August 6, 2008

manzana love.

the circles.

of imagination.

or mood.

so you say.

i don't really think you get.

yourself.

or me. for that matter.

tough days.

steamy fog.

oh lovely.

how predictable.

i dont think so.

pitch in with the authoritative hand.

speak your mind.

and stand the ground.

its wonder.

and joy.

and spontaneity.

i will not be asked back.

and that is okay.

your a little flirtatious this evening.

how refreshing.

to see you alive.

and not so bogged.

you've seemingly given up everything.

that you once dreamed of.

but i guess you found something worth it.

i dont know if i would be comfortable there.

but i'm happy for you.

if your happy.

i don't know why i listen to you.

its clearly not good for me.

to hear what you have to say.

i don't care to question.

constantly...anyway.

a little while longer.

home is becoming scarce.

i will miss bernard.

and his laugh.

and all his irreverence.

i saw a guy at marble slab that looked like you.

and i missed you already.

thanks for the end of the season.

it certainly was entertaining.

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