she writes me letters sometimes.

little things-
a pat on the back
a high five
a pleading, pleasing glance

i nod in her directions' general direction
and i notice her face is fading
from my dreams.

and here, now,
i should be yelling and sobbing,
"finally!" but

i dont really feel it.
being good
being bad
being over.

i dont really feel all that much(about her)
anymore;
and i think we all know the mixed blessing of
apathy.

heh, well-
maybe that was my chance.
well over a year now; i know
parts of me just arent changing-
the parts that she left there.

sitting still at a stopsign
in the middle of the congealed rotting mass
that is indianapolis
i have proven physics.

time might have an arrow
but it as sure as hell not constant-
the ones that find a way
to enumerate their lives
just might squeeze a bit more out of our
twenty two
to
ninety years
of fame.

its so wonderfully easy
to be alone in the spotlight(and
at stopsigns) because
everyone assumes you aren't.

WoW!!!!! most exquisite

thanks.

This deserves more then one reply...
This came from an ether...
and formed round me...
creating that sweet, sweet apple candy that I like so much.
Lol.
Good write, that is.

thanks guys n gals.

Awww good to see you back once more. And you still have that Bogart style sweet

thankee.