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 Posted: Thu Nov 16th, 2006 01:45 am
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timmy
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sometimes it only seems
the Everly Brothers still
murmur in my left ear
 
…only trouble is…
 
            gee whiz…

it was so long ago
i can no longer remember
so sometimes i count
church bells instead
or the tiny, spreading
wakes of a skipped
flat rock, or autumn leaves
being carried away from me
by a slow current
 
sometimes i murmur
back at the voices,
loosen my neck tie
and allow myself
to reminisce
about her tiny
waist, how my two
hands would encircle
the small bones of her hips,
how they felt just like
valuable silver coins
being turned over & over
in my trembling fingers
 
…only trouble is…
 
            gee whiz…
 
there are so many trails 
into memories, but only one
path out & half the time
i can’t remember 
if i’m coming or going

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 Posted: Thu Nov 16th, 2006 03:05 pm
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timmy
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I'll try again.  Not sure what happened to the poem's format:

sometimes it only seems,

the Everly Brothers still

murmur in my left ear

 

…only trouble is…

 

            gee whiz…

 

it was so long ago

i can no longer remember

so sometimes i count

church bells instead

or the tiny, spreading

wakes of a skipped

flat rock, or autumn leaves

being carried by a slow current

 

sometimes i murmur

back at the voices,

loosen my neck tie

and allow myself

to reminisce

about her tiny

waist, how my two

hands would encircle

the small bones of her hips,

how they felt just like

valuable collected silver coins

turned over & over

in my trembling hands

 

…only trouble is…

 

            gee whiz…

 

there are so many trails

into memories, but only one

path out & half the time

 

i cant’ remember

if i’m coming or going

 

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