Tuesday, 5 October 2010

it was a kind of week, the ones you miss when your late
getting close to nothing in particular
but thanking before we eat
 it was a little place
in a big park
 filled with funny clowns-
and silly frowns

 we asked and heard,
 the string end morning friend

"we were visiting friends
 and saying hello

then getting stoned

and not saying much

watching the people on tv who talk faster than us
i'm still holding the cup
ignoring the sound of the ice cream truck

she had visiting moods

what it wants to be

i heard a bird in the windowpane
roll in the grass

but the comfort to know what visiting is

wanting to be friends
the way that they smell
the lights are different

the windows are-?

we were visiting mine"

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