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Open Poetry #27

Mobility

Kaoru

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since 2003-06-07

Posts 3892
where the wild flowers grow

0 posted 2003-06-26 07:02 PM

Well,
James and I got into a liter
of V.S.O.P. brandy tonight,
he's already passed out and moaning.
And Marla's in the hallway sipping on
spiked chai.
While I'm on the couch all alone, and

lack of mobility is a curse that was laid upon me
by my druken grandfather, the one
I'd only met
once
While he was on his death bead.
On my mother's side where
everything seemed pretty alright, untill
that fateful night, when I discovered life
just ain't fair.

But I remember,
the conversation between my mother and I
on christmas eve in '99..
About how we delt
with death..
The mechanism in which we controled
the urge to weep ..
The insurpassable need to be
veiwed as strength in weakness.

So,
James and I finished off a bottle
of rigid Canadian Whiskey,
and limber, I became..
on the couch forgetting my
name.
I enjoy the purity of his movement,
it makes up for
the lack of mine.

[This message has been edited by Kaoru (06-27-2003 04:57 PM).]

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