trampette

charles river - boston fireworks night
....infinite sadness when the lights get off in the sky....i can't help but attach the sound of shells going off, the same sounds probably worse in other places....and it's beauty, mouth shaped in awe and this fury of wanting to rip into people. crowds that molest my patience...i favor solitude. UGH! I suppose that's luck being able to witness the fireworks, but when the planes flew over during the Pops rendition of the star-spangled banner, my chest just caved in. these same planes drop bombs, that sound, that zoom overhead pounded dread into me....

but then there were kisses, that sent me in the right direction, to bed

After that and this morning language dislodged itself from my head....then this =
ma, i ain't feelin' right.
now, now rest yuh head here on my lap, let me tuck these fallin gardenias into your loose dirty hair, let me perfume that dirty mind of yours. let me purify you.....
i dont wanna be bathed, not here where the mud rises to my neck....
don't matter you do what i say and not a further word from ya mouth, ya hear...
hmmmm
hmmm
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