pome
1:00 p.m.
a couple of friends have been posting some poetry lately, and they've inspired me. i'm running on 2 1/2 hrs. of sleep, so i'm in a bit of a state of hyper-awareness...(pretentious...moi?) i wrote this on my break on a claritin notepad. this is for the gooseboy and his new chat-pal...
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craving skin
that can't be reached
a million billion cells
dying for attention
tongue has memories
lessons remembered
salty/sweet
more sour by the hour
hands and fingers
land and linger
a touch too brief
in memory forever