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David Greenspan |
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Poem he paints the scene familiar soft jazz warming logs beside the fireplace watered down wine with a burn in the belly with the glare of a street lamp shining through the blinds out the corner of his eye and somewhere stars are shining in a woman's eyes while the man beside her weeps. He's pushed her against the wall and stands screaming to calm her that he wants to be as beautiful as she says he is moments after she's told him again. He turns to her and she asks him to burn, their fire breathing heavy as a man staring at the floor limp and desperate hands on his knees. The song screams her name in his head but he's forgotten how to sing and she fades away spinning smiling at him from the corner of her mouth which can only say goodbye. But by the third time the eyes are tired and un-alive and though uninspired they wetly dream of her and miss her beneath the steam of her breath which he feels on his face and as the song fades slow he leans slightly confused and completely happy Living in Fear I've been living in fear, and what scares me most is that the thing that frightens me might never happen |