late kerry hey salty eyes i think of you when driving by screaming poet fields and broken sad cars, drivers lurking temporarily homeless on the shoulder. thinking of you not toasting to me when my REM is the hot new beat and the darkness is so bright im subconciously blinking. tossing turning like i want to claw trough the mattress oh i do. fall through the floor like in a music video but i dont even appear on your countdown anymore, i am on pop up video, the reject show, with side comments, cruel jokes, and reminiscing. im always reminiscing bout things i made up long ago dreams you costarred in. i have to remember like i do during scary movies, its not real. dont get emotional. because i was this close, if only i could cut and paste timeframes, nothing is fair when you are jetlagged and lovestruck and i'm avoiding my life in a basement laughing at reagan jokes and counting down the end of our time. doesn't it feel like we've turned a page? could anyone have prepared either of us for this? 030103 ... jinx Kerry, I like this. 030306 ... Mandy i do, too. you are neat. 030306 ... raze i cannot shove myself back in the direction of something saner than the damp dirt of now, when midnight and mayhem are interchangeable and impossible not to fall into with clenched fists. 230929 what's it to you? who go blather from