friday afternoon
the near-end of an arduous week
my chest burning from St.Lawrence meat
I lay, pensive (as usual)
on a beautiful patch of dry, green grass
(well beautiful admist the pre-drunk working crowd)
luke-warm water dribbling down my chin
brown skin burning in the heat of the day
fountain water searing through the mindless conversations
just down the way
jumpin, jumpin peels through my purse
and who could it be
who would dare awaken me
from the half-dreamy state I am in
who, who, who
my tortured (yet beautiful in small doses) friend
undefined, heart heavy with woe
kept my little mind busy
as I baked in the sun

08/10/2003

Author's Note: I could not finish this...my mind has seemed to empty itself of all thought...will have to continue later...in the meantime...

Posted on 08/10/2003
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