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Back in the summer of 1997 I was Co-Producing an indepent feature film called "Lie Down With Dogs". I wrote this during some down time on the set, and found it again the other day- it was the first time I'd seen it in years. It's interesting the things my mind comes up with when its main focus is on something completely different. Anyway, I thought I'd post it for "Journal Poetry Day":



storms
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then I am falling apart
tearing these demons apart
in the rain falling down
on the way down
on the way down

picture-perfect paintings
skeletons out of the closet
the brush paints regret
and I'm all wet

slingshot into the storm
water beats on skin
I wish I was better
and you'd let me in

MeMoRiEs WiLl TeAr YoU aPaRt

string me up
beat me down
eat me up
swallow me whole

in the rain sometimes
I think about the road ahead
but water makes you remember
and leaves you stagnant

and I ran from them
in all kinds of ways
it's funny the things that you find in the dark

and in the dark...
I disappear