#1
it's been a year and a half now since she's been gone-pretty crazy...


brother, how you stutt-stutter-
when on the mouth we kissed, in a dream, that is,
atop our stump of a family tree, sister and me,
lilacs pouring through her teeth sprouting
young love atop her tongue and cheeks;
annie, do you still dream?
of mother mariner?
of father the saboteur?
who left you in bed with sheets untucked,
book unread,
lips pouting red?

boys now begging to carry your books to class,
fighting for your hand,
dreaming dreams of slipping their fingers down your
pants-
i won't let them,
would or wouldn't i?
carry you to the lakeside, baptize you in obscurity to
preserve your nerve for everything i despise,
hold you tight,
blue your eyes,
blow your nose,
smoke a cigarette,
grow old then young again-
brother, am i,
again and again and again and-

grow old then young again-
you will,
annie,
again and again and again and
again.
Last edited by rushmore at Apr 26, 2011,
#2
you continue to make me smile, friend. there's this interesting spirit in this piece - there are bits that are very reminiscent of your past work that was centered around anne/olivia but the main vibe is more expressive of what I see from you now; I always tell you this but this is very you, a nostalgic you in particular.

hope all is well.
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#3
It's been awhile since I've read something of yours, and you've evolved at least a little bit since then. I like it. The first two lines are...unsettling. Not much else to say really. I like the tone here, though I can't quite pin it down. It's fluffy and bright but then, really, it's not. I smile and then wonder if I should smile. I just wonder in general, but maybe that's it there.
Today I feel electric grey
I hope tomorrow, neon black