on an island in the sun...

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You opened your mouth to speak,
”I…” you said, & I knew what it would be
Words of affection
that much was plain to see

I really love you
or something to that effect
Words that would wake
my dead, heart-shaped object

I had waited for this moment
the day you would let it out
the day you would plant the words
and let love sprout

… I need to pee.
I need to pee, you said
right before I pumped your body
full with lead

"Walking home across the plain in the dark.
And Linda crying. Again we have come
to a place where I rail and she suffers and the moon
does not rise. We have only each other,
but I am shouting inside the rain
and she is crying like a wounded animal,
knowing there is no place to turn. It is hard
to understand how we could be brought here by love."

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“Walking Home Across The Island,” Jack Gilbert (via clavicola)

You will be in the midst of regular programming when the news of his existence will be paraded with persistence.

You will try with all your might not to admire him from a distance, but your eyes will ignore your intuition who’s been there so many times before. You’ll continue searching for more.

You’ll peak through the crook and nannies of a wall. Where the panels seem as plain as anyone who stood before them. Yet you find where the light seems to shine through; tiny holes that can possibly help you break through. You do not think this through.

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And now the tide is setting in, I have reached the stage of becoming seasick. The sail attatched to my heart is looking out and guiding my mind, maybe wasting my time. I see but I don’t know what to make of it. Tell me, how can I escape this ocean?

avant-que-joublie:

You can
dig and dig,
but you’ll
never find
the bottom of her.

(via theblackfinnedsheep)