Lounge Chair

17Oct09

Dear lounge chair,
everyone fights for you,
including myself.
I have been doing deeds;
I have been feeling sinister.
Guy,
with foreign accent and complexion,
I am stuck in a family affair;
Girl,
are you trying to get on me?
You are failing, I ain’t looking.
Night,
you zoom by.
“Leaving New York”
lingers within.

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Frappuccino

10Aug09

You wore a heart on your sleeve,
reminded of an acoustic guitar performer.
Like Jason,
with a straw hat.
As pieces began to fell,
Through the fading of words once held.
- 10/08/2009, about 10:00 hours.

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Safe Trip Home.

28Dec08

It must be familiar now. I have taken to this for quite a while, and probably more to come.
The night crept in, and it was on the verge of getting dark – the night lights were on. The bus was not cold – it should be. There were people around, but not as much as [...]

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