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ChloroformBoy

Published: Apr 29, 2010

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awkward:
i must be the letter K.
for kiss me in the rainforest.
for kill me with your honesty.
for keep me in my clothes.
in suspense. in (your) control.

and you, well, you're the surrounding W's.
just for the record, i hate W's.
too many syllables.  not even two U's to use.
so pretentious, i'm pretentious.
you're pretentious.  no you're not;
you don't even know
what pretentious means.

we're mismatched clothes--
the ones not on your floor,
but i'm not trendy enough.
you're two hip for me;
your two hips (aren't) for me.

we're compatible,
but in all the wrong ways.
evil percent signs trick us;
we're not mathematicians;
your ecology concerns not
this biological 'relationship'
  (by that, i mean illogical)
physically inept organisms
we are, socially fucked up.

we complete each other
like an elaborate puzzle.
we have the right amount
of pieces: corners, edges–
too bad our hearts live
in seperate boxes.

how artsy: coffeehouse.  freestyle jazz.  discussing religion.  music.
africa.  three and a half hours. what a waste of your time and mine.
i blame myself for trying (too hard/not hard enough) to impress you,
but i blame you for not telling me (that you're uninterested) sooner.

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