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Glottorhea, basically.

Sunday, October 17, 2010

The Judgement of Thamus

It seems silly

how we think that making sounds at one another

is a good way to pass the time.

I'll admit it's something that brings us closer.

There's beauty in that kind of communication.

But we've taken it way too far.

We've fetishized the sound. It wasn't always only sound.

There was meaning once upon a time.

We forgot our roots, as we sometimes do.

The part that disturbs me more than anything else

is that when writing, I enjoy the clack of the keys

more than the letters appearing on the screen.

posted by L # 21:50 0 comments

Saturday, October 16, 2010

#60

He's angry

and has been for a long time,

he says.

It doesn't sublimate

into tears

or fade away or

whatever it is that happens to me

He wears these black

jackets and complains

about every shitty thing he sees

in this violent city

(it's a lot to take in)

and he won't smile

until he catches me bullshitting

and remembers that I'm not

someone who he needs to take seriously.

He also smiles at innuendo.

posted by L # 20:25 0 comments

Sunday, October 03, 2010

#59

I'm standing outside

watching someone I used

to want to know me

smoke a cigarette

and he turns to me and says

he likes lots of things about me except

that he knows I hate myself

and as much as I drink and laugh

and live the dream and that,

he sees through me

and so can everyone else

and I sure have met a lot of people.

He once told me that everyone will lie to me,

that he won't.

I remember someone else telling me that

and the pain of wondering

if it's true.

What kind of thing is that to say to a person?

Fuck it

I'm staying

I'll wear a skirt to work

I'll drink coffee when I feel tired

Late at night I'll pull a notebook out of its hiding place

to keep a record of all the lies I tell

without regret.

posted by L # 14:43 2 comments

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