wrong place. wrong time. a poem by (me!) sandra, tvgp
ORIGINAL POST 01/22/2009: **** ***
i'm coming back.
it will be just a moment.
first, i need to clean up after myself; all that mess i left behind when my soul accidentally
projected all its vomit on you
sitting there -innocently enough-
wrong place. wrong time.
which is exactly what happen to me
to make me so sick in the first place
i've stained your shirt
and most sincerely hope
it won't come out
if for no other reason
than
i am
most sincere.
posted by SHE @ 7:18 PM
3 Comments:
Wonderful poem, bbf!!
And no need to apologize. We all have soul-nausea from time to time.
thanks dear
I saw you in video clips the other day and was so pleased. how strange to know you through your wonderful comments and your own wonderful blog, and then suddenly see you move and talk - I was amazed. You do both!! Write on the net AND exist.
lovely, absolutely
kmg/bbf: thanks friend! soul-nausea is a great term
i'll be quoting you AGAIN!
and speaking of quotes..
"hi tine!" you crack me up!
yes.. i can do both. in fact
i can move
i can talk
while eating some cake
stand on a ball
with three books
and a rake
have two little children
(thing one and thing two)
exist on the earth
and in cyberland too!
love write back to you! ~s.
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