Friday, May 18, 2012
I said goodbye
there is a positive word here somewhere
and if you are the sort who is repelled
by the positive I suggest you sit elsewhere,
to avoid being knocked to the floor.
I'm sorry the cushion beside me was misleading
yes it was once lumpy and sunken in and
I am still the person with an open ear, but
beware it is beginning to leak.
I have many things to say and contribute,
I meditate now with my mouth open
I am chanting, chanting, chanting,
reminding myself how to finish a sentence.
I've tried to use symbol and sounds before
but it's fallen on deaf ears. Symbols
sometimes crash louder than cymbals.
Cymbals sometimes crash louder than symbols.
I need to be quiet and stop rhyming.
I need to be loud and start chiming!
my heart is still broken, but I am
putting it back together, slowly,
slowly, slowly. and we had our final
words, we shall never speak again.
my words are now worth more than you,
I have seen no return on them yet,
but I know they are worth more.
I said goodbye, you don't remember
even though you were there.
I said goodbye.
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