projection
date: Jun 17th, 2008 11:55:20 pm - Subscribe



i find it amusing how many times a day i still think about you
but unsadly, and i don't 'pine' for you or wish for if-not-fors.
instead, i think of those thoughts as tiny blowdarts for your bygone heart.
all of a sudden you are melancholy and wondering...
and i have just poured a 7-Up as a toppered-truck goes by the window in your shade
a belly full of jellies and i am wearing my baby blue shirt.
the radio is full of work songs...toolbelts turn me on,
and you put the hammer down on any notion that you might even recall my scent
of vanilla, earth, and herb...and act like you never heard me sing
and that i never made you question everything
while i laugh at an empty glass and make you my prose-Jody
...immortalizing nothing.

may 25, 2008
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