A light bulb with legs; "follow me," and off we go to the side world. Where: The snooty woman does not condemn my geography skills; the buisiness men do not say: "Oh" when I mention art; in fact, she [this light] takes me where: There are no people besides her, and me; inside a tent, made of this blanket held up by your naked back. I've postponed real living for five years when you left; slowly they dissasembled you [oh, but I'm careful, I know it was you who let them; you, who dissassembled yourself:] into not light but mere glass and metal shining back without heat glowing only from projections cast out by my eyes. Dinner with you will be a special kind of hell: like talking to the dead. I would live twice for you, if only you wouldn't die for something so trivial as the rest of the world. I used to wait. Now? I will move, slowed by the weight of your corpse. -e. _______________________________________________ Five7Five mailing list [EMAIL PROTECTED] http://www.pairlist.net/mailman/listinfo/five7five
