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Chair poem 2002-07-07 - 2:08 a.m. 
The first stream-of-consciousness poem I've written in years. I wrote it this morning for a young man that has oddly taken a liking to me (10/2006 NOTE: in a platonic, non-Foley way). More to say later when I don't feel so drained.--------- {no title} Fading darkness into night, the shadow creeps upon the still In my hands the dark moonlight, forever sleeping by the pill, In dreams and memories I shake awake, breathing along for whatever sake. Indeed I die by lullabies...this life here in this chair. . Across the nightsky I am beholden, lover of some but never stolen... Casting myself to the winds again, attempting to be another glen, In dreams and memories ne'er aware, touching my nose absently with air, Indeed I die by handstrokes...this life here in this chair. . Into the forge of fire expelled, spits of mosquitoes yelled... Thrusting into nothingness deceased, trying to make a mark but just a crease, In dream and memories ever still, looking outside within without myself. Indeed I die by living...this life here in this chair. ------ |
