Kimmensity

Madness Is Knowing The Shape Of The Inside, Without A Key.

The Melon Scented Candles

July 19, 2008

were paid for with my credit card.
I signed the receipt, it must have been me.

I placed them on the armoire to gather dust,
to show signs of neglect
to count the days.

When the dust gets an inch deep
I shall strike the match, light the candle
and gently blow oooooOooooo

creating a flame surrounded by a field
of swirling dust motes

all of which I send to you;
all of the longing and all of the loneliness
all the missing and the wishing
and resentment- all of it sent
searching for the rind
separated from the pulp.

oooooOooooo.

oooooOooooo.

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