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PaD 54: Exile: Phonetically!
I've come to this door every day,
EVERY day for years.
Yet when I stuck my key inside...
Click... wiggle wiggle... wiggle wiggle...
NNOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!
DENIED!!
Oh, right...
We changed the locks.
Oops.
Click.... CLICK. YES!
ACCESS GRANTED!
Turning the knob.... Yet it doesn't go.
Why?
RING RING... RING RING...
No wait, this is the age of the cell phone.
What crazy music is on her cell?
[To the tune of Mozart's “Eine Kleine Nachtmusik”]
Hey,
It's me,
Someone is calling now!
So,
You should
Answer me and talk.
Or else
This person miiight think
That you don't liiiike them
And leave a bad message
Like....
CLICK
Hello?
Yeah, I can't get in the door.
You WHAT?
She changed the other lock too.
And my stuff is outside in one of those huge tupperware things...
Well Craaaaapppp...
Eeeexiiiiiiileeeeeee-D.
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PaD 55: The Ghost of You
The Ghost of You
I know YOU're there.
Yeah YOU.
YOU,
Who makes my fingers use YOUR word
“WE”
When I was going to use MY word,
“I.”
YOU,
Who somehow
Simultaneously | Simultaneously
Makes ME feel
More | Less
Lonely with my
Joy in | Desire for
YOU.
But, who are
YOU?
Ah, but I know...
YOU are not
One person,
One love,
No.
YOU are not even multiple people:
No harem,
No party,
No.
No, YOU are much more.
YOU are pure essence
Like corked champagne,
Its cork bursting, flying free
YOU pour
Unrestrained.
YOU are memories, longing, recollection.
YOU are soft caresses, cuddles, tenderness.
YOU are rockin' music, speeding down the highway, teary-eyed laughter.
But really,
It doesn't matter WHO YOU ARE,
Simply THAT YOU ARE.
2 comments:
awww, so cute! incrediably sweet!
okay, so I commented only on the second one in that first posted comment. As for the first one about exile...DAYUM!
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