Closed Room, Purple Floor

1. it’s how often i walk myself from where
with limited and the sounds of birds and waters
leaping from the speakers and (out of led)

2. wind in the water
the edges have got to go somewhere
on the back of this nearly year-old affectionate letter
so undone away with paper spines
credit for looking older

3. having been re/unborn as an elephant
misplacing his or her trunk
and to make matters more difficult to cope with
is to be dressed up for the circus
at the decide-so of a different species

4. the two a.m. termination of the bar’s fluorescent “open” sign
the brand new coat of white around asphalt
a manhole in the hotel lobby and lounge outside of the gift shop
difficulty grasping my dark autumn was just this last july
this poem on the back of her folded last year’s love letter to me

5. wearing my coat of newly painted white
turning saturday night to what it would still be otherwise
with my head slanted on school bus windows
giving good for nineteen
coming to me in my sleep
gone spending my months all in one place
for every new business sign
our effects on others
could they have younger been taken ahold of?

6. my new dear friend
taking me three stories higher
than i had ever been before
it’s back to the valley
and fellow artist’s progressing piece
all in just this one season
emptying me into my closet space
with not a new summer’s age
but now on the floor in march
i hope y’all had a good one
a birthday celebration worth crying for
i wrote this while i was sleeping
going to sleep in a house of party people
and waking up with it empty

7. don’t forget “a”
working it faster than i can keep up
let alone decide any other “type of deal”
bouncing the bed in just a music listening
allowing myself to constantly reevaluate my thoughts
quicker than i can read from them
just the emotion that he had in it
it’s going to be a long missed summer
“keep an eye out”
sweet dreams keeping me alive?
wanting to pour myself onto pages

8. “trying to make good time”
an abstract visitor
packing away toys
for my words to be backwards
almost of north carolina
a black sheep sibling
so much surveyed land into new highways
getting to know them
looking out of a nineteen story window at people
through the lobby’s sunroofs below us
fortunate enough to have met
in somewhere’s no inkling
informal introduction

Closed Room, Purple Floor


Joined September 2010

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originally written in pencil on the back of a note to me from my ex-lover and lifelong friend in which ever respect is condoned by the energy of the world and our lives. it was the paper that i took to begin at the hotel, that i mentioned in the description of my most previous writing entry, here on redbubble. these words were written in an unconstructed order over a number of days and traveled with me during such process over four states. i even wrote some of this on that very road trip. and once the lines in the eight squares of the folded paper were filled with words, i converted them on my typewriter. and again of course, for you lovely folks, here on this site and everywhere else in existence. i hope you enjoy as much as i did.

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