| i write LG as fiction | |
| (because) |
| i can not do otherwise. | |
| though i try to produce fact |
| (i've found) | |
| to write is to fiction'lize. |
standing in the middle of the playa with the girl with the eyes and the
dot and the wolf-dick pants and i'm zooming as i lean against a truck
because i can't remember which way is up is down and i don't want to move
lest i fall fall off the playa but she can't stop moving
she's hopping from foot to foot smliling and her eyes are
alive i can
see the stars twinkling they're in her eyes twinkling in her eyes starry eyes
twinkling eyes and i smile because she's so alive i feel alive and then
STOP
she throws back her head and looks up at the stars and she laughs at the
stars the mocking stars i defy you stars she thinks and then her head snaps
back and the eyes are focused on me again wide focused eyes and she begins to
speak fast and strong and rhying she's rhyming and freestyling and it's all
pouring our of her and she sings and sings when she speaks but she can't say
it fast enough she can't get it all out fast enough the words are welling up
from within and pouring out of her mouth and her eyes but it's not enough
it's not fast enough it's still building up so she twirls she whirls around
but it's not enough still not enough so she
STOPs
and she slowly raises her eyes to the stars and opens her mouth wide and
she screams a joyful scream to prove to the
stars that she's here and
she's now and she's alive
and now it's all gone there's no more pent-up energy bursting forth she's
finally gotten it all out and she's sitting on the playa smiling at me with
twinkling eyes and wolf-dick pants.
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