Thursday, March 19, 2009

281. FOREVER

FOREVER
I'm mixing my drinks with your drawers
or at least with your fingers; now that the
echo-chamber has died down I can't hear
a thing, so I just keep drinking.
I might have walked the ledge
on the seventeenth floor, but I'm sure that
was before I knew you'd be there soon. I
came right back in once I found that out.
Pretty simple idea for fun.
A good time we'll talk about
f o r e v e r.
-
I had a brother back then darling -
wearing a brown corduroy jacket in
some dark shade of molasses - he
sat down by the drum set and, just
like that, never having done so before,
began playing like he'd been at it
f o r e v e r.

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