I had insane dreams part two last night. When you are in a semi state of stress the brain can sure go off and highten the stress. I had dreams of surgery that never ended, it was like the whole thing was on a loop or something. Bizarre!
Last night I did my last poetry reading for awhile @ Java Monkey in Decatur.
There were some awesome poets there last night. I read my silly piece No Chance Encounters a poem filled with movie nonsense, it's silly but I like it. It took me almost three months to finish it. People seemed to enjoy it alot, made me feel good.
I came home feeling so good that I wrote a new piece, a mushy lovie thing, not sure where it came from. Guess I'm lonelier than I thought.
Tomorrow at ten. Seems really soon. Going try to relax.
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From Adriana:
St. Theresa
By: Joan Osborne
Sit down on the corner
Just a little crime
When I make my money
I’ve got to get my dime
Sit down with her baby
Wind is full of trash
She balled at the street light
Dark and sweet as hash
Way down in the hollow
Leaving so soon
Oh saint Theresa
Higher than the moon
Reach down for the sweet stuff
When she looks at me
I know any man
Can’t see you like I see
Follow down the side street
Move in single file
She’ll say
‘that’s when I own you
sleeping like a child’
Way down in the hollow
Leaving so soon
Oh saint Theresa
Higher than the moon
Just what I’ve been needing
Feel it rise in me
Every stone a story
Like a rosary
Corner saint Theresa
Just a little crime
When I make my money
Got to get my dime
Way down in the hollow
Leaving so soon
Oh saint Theresa
Higher than the moon
You’re caught up in the sky
You’re caught up in the clouds
Is there something that you
Forgot to tell me?
Tell me
Show me my Theresa
Feel it rise in me
Every stone a story
Like a rosary
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Two hours to go. We're all thinking of you.
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