onehundred

post 100. i thought i'd share a pair of nicely worded thursday mornings with you.

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3:53am, thu05jan

i was able to follow you

all the way to the sea

you see you left a trail

of mostly neuroses

for which i wrote these songs

long since lost in the trees

i breathed

your scent carried deep

leaving in its wake weak knees

no thirst slaked here,

just a feared naked breeze -

lacking beard insulation,

breaking hard in the freeze

listen to me

(4:08am)

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1:48am, thu12jan

"did it all just get too real?"

your going is unreasoned

basic point-and-run stuff

latitudes wrap you like silk

you're a season to believe in,

you're warm coats on the beach at dawn

i, to the almosts and maybes,

"was it good for me?"

should be; safe journeys to the sea,

to sleep freely in heated relief

i'm the water treaded in the waiting,

i'm a cigarette and a shot of bourbon on waking

(2:05am)