Tuesday, February 3, 2009

"Nobody takes a picture of something they want to forget."



Sorta Teal

I would like to define it
When it comes creeping around
Give it a name
Or a reason
Explain it like a bad Rachael Ray recipe
Like a argument unresolved at midnight
Like the way carob tastes
But all I do is sling it over my shoulder and carry it around
Keenly aware of the way it feels
But unsure where it comes from
All I know is my mojo left town yesterday
Hitched a ride to some other lucky bastards house
Where he floats around the room telling stories
And making them all laugh
Heads thrown back
Where he takes the lady into a back bedroom and shows her
Most of Copernicus's truth
And then later makes art
Out of nothing at all


title post- One Hour Photo 2002

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4 comments:

katie said...

don't worry
it comes back

nkp said...

Man, I feel sorta like this today...but you said it in a way I never could. You make words magical...feel better soon.

village mama said...

Begin again.
xo

Sizzle said...

I love Sara. I first saw her before she was signed to Epic opening for an opener in L.A. The moment she opened her mouth I knew she was going to be huge. Such natural raw talent!

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