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[title] => the weight of one song
[time] => 2004-08-24 06:13:22
[hometext] => My cat finally came home tonight as I wrote this! Pool and an ex-boyfriend who grew some incredible sideburns and a beard, then sang me a song that broke us both wide open.
[bodytext] => There was the tinest crack that came from beneath my foot a small green tree frog had lept beneath it just as my attention turned. I felt each tiny bone snap the popping of organs green turned red and black the poor frog a sorry lesson learned beneath my oafish foot. And tonight the sky is black and red clouds alight with the glare from towns built ruddy with all the brittle rotton bones of all the broken tree frogs careless dead expanse of night green turned black and red beneath my oafish foot. There tonight ran between the billiards of your legs a small market manager with small teeth and angry eyes he askes to tear the town down he asks to take the land for a farm he wants an orchard full of sweet peaches he wants a vineyard full bitter wine grapes I just looked at you and laughed and you gave your hand back to a song. green back to black and red beneath deep owlish feet. The tree frog shot safety from numbers and numb from the outside in, gave no warning having kissed all the cats and wearing sweet Spanish flowers made a garland around the high altar I came with nothing in my pocket but there were trees in the fields and there were songs on the tables and an old man stays behind the wheel. [comments] => 4 [counter] => 166 [topic] => 43 [informant] => MsScissors [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 4 [ratings] => 1 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => oops )
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