Thursday, September 29, 2005
i recently did up my room. all my artsy fartsy stuff are off the floor and on the walls. my cupboard is so neat and my table is so clean. gosh.. that is so martha stewart. so the satisfaction of finally getting something that has been a piority done feels so ridiculously good. and when you feel good, you feel good. then you get so smiled and then you walk around like a silly retard singing in your boxers and making loud emphasizing noise, then everyone laughs at the utter madness and all goes insane again. how exotic.
i was looking through old stuff and found this particular nostalagic poem by thom gunn.
SEESAW
Nights are dark
We play see-saw
In the park.
Look at me
And my friend
Freckleface
The other end.
Shiny board
Between my legs
Feet crunch down
On the twigs.
I crouch close
To the ground
Till it's time
Up i bound.
Legs go loose
Legs go tight
I drop down
Like the night.
Like a scale
Give and take
Take and give
My legs ache.
So it ends
As it begins
Off we climb
And no one wins.
remember those days?
hazel
8:04 AM
