I've only recently noticed the connection between this poem, and the blog below. Thought it'd be interesting to have them both on here...
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File away every moment,
Keep tabs on the severity of the bruises per cheekbone,
Of the stretched skin around those pursed lips.
Document that one, lopsided ‘cool guy, who deserves a punch in the face’ smile.
File away the full length extension, that ‘lip-to-cheek, cheek-to-ear’ jackass grin.
In case of a brown haired beauty walking meekly sometime this fall,
Keep that little black book on hand in case you need it to preserve
The first leaf to fall on the scenery of your meeting.
Present it to her years later as the orchid signifying faith and consistency.
Chase her down the street screaming that you are not, in fact, crazy.
Freeze that potential, but not yet determined candle wax. The stuff from a hopefully frosty November night. If you‘re lucky enough to have a power outage, situate yourself with a stranger with silver eyes.
Stock up on birdcages. Trap and photograph every flutter from the waist up.
Nurture the sparrow of independence, teach it respectable virtues that will define it
Into the fastest falcon post-secondary education has ever seen.
Buy an aquarium, fill it with water, memories, and miscellanea.
Have a session with your metaphorical problems once a week in their prison like fish tank.
Do not encumber yourself with perfidious and trivial disputes. Save that for the birdcages.
Record the effectiveness of pretending to be insane, in order to become insane.
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