Monday, February 25, 2008

ZEBBER IS WITH ME DEAR, THANK YOU FOR GIVING HER TO ME

DANIEL,
THINGS HAVE CHANGED
THIS IS
NO LONGER
AN INTIMATE CONVERSATION
BETWEEN US

IT IS NOW
MORE DIFFICULT
FOR ME
TO EXPRESS
DETAILS OF MY LIFE
THAT SADDEN ME
TO YOU
THE WAY IT BEGAN

THERE WAS SOMETHING
THERE
WAITING ANXIOUSLY
DAILY
FOR YOUR REPLY
FOR YOUR POEMS
THAT ANSWERED MY
POEMS

I AM HAPPY
FOR THIS
THIS NEW THING
IT BECAME
BUT I MISS
THE WAY
I TOLD YOU
AND YOU TOLD ME
ABOUT RUNNING PAST
THE DEATH
ON THE VEDLT
I MISS
THE TIME
IN BETWEEN
THE POEMS
WAITING FOR
THE REPLY POEMS

I DO
I MISS OUR
PRIVATE WAY
OF INTIMATE
COMMUNICATION

IT IS HARD TO EXPLAIN
HOW
THAT YOU ARE
MY FRIEND
MY SWEETHEART
A PERSON
WHO KNOWS ABOUT THE ZEBRAS
THAT HAUNT US

DANIEL,
MY STOMACH
HAS HURT FOR DAYS
IM AFRAID
AND NOW DEAR
I AM GOING TO WRITE YOU
SOMETHING PERSONAL
FOR US

THAT NO ONE
ELSE GETS
TO READ
BECAUSE
IT IS FRIGHTENING
FOR ME TO
LET PEOPLE KNOW
HOW SENTIMENTAL
I CAN BE

OH YES LET
ME SAY THIS
FUCK LIFE
IT FEELS GOOD TO TYPE
FUCK LIFE
DANIEL DEAR,
I HAD TOO MUCH WINE
BY MYSELF
AND I AM LISTENING TO MUSIC
THAT IS FAR TOO SAD
FOR BEING ALONE

ITS A GOOD THING
ZEBBER
THE ZEBRA
IS WITH ME IN
MY KITCHEN TONIGHT

1 comment:

Daniel Bailey said...

word. i feel the same way. DRUNK BOOK 2 someday?