{"id":369,"date":"2013-02-27T04:53:08","date_gmt":"2013-02-27T03:53:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/blog.joshlewis.org\/eddie\/?p=369"},"modified":"2013-02-28T01:35:06","modified_gmt":"2013-02-28T00:35:06","slug":"world-tour","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/blog.joshlewis.org\/eddie\/2013\/02\/world-tour\/","title":{"rendered":"World Tour"},"content":{"rendered":"
\u00a0<\/address>\n
I see my own back from<\/address>\n
40,000 km,<\/address>\n
still broad abroad.<\/address>\n
Is it yesterday, tomorrow?\u00a0<\/address>\n
How (oh my) long my hair is;<\/address>\n
how the curls are frayed from too many ponytails<\/address>\n
and the grey is setting with the moonrise<\/address>\n
(Deduction: it must be yesterday).<\/address>\n
Will I be one to grow it until it recedes\u00a0<\/address>\n
from my temples? My hair, and the moon<\/address>\n
these days, wanes. These days are hills, mostly not.<\/address>\n
Where’s my Delilah, my fire?<\/address>\n
I’m done ripping my hair out for kindling.<\/address>\n
I don’t trust myself,<\/address>\n
with scissor or woman or flame.<\/address>\n
I am a runner, they say.<\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
Not really, though. I don’t<\/address>\n
really believe that. Though, I don’t know<\/address>\n
what I believe, really. But really, I believe really<\/address>\n
too much. Need more less real, more dreams.<\/address>\n
But see, that’s where Choose Your Own Adventure books\u00a0<\/address>\n
really fucked me over. I start from the endendend!<\/address>\n
“Oh, but without melancholy I would have no muse.<\/address>\n
No use for writing at 4 in the morning.”<\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
And this is where I thank god for trappist monks<\/strong><\/address>\n
and their high\u00a0alcohol\u00a0content beer.\u00a0<\/strong><\/address>\n
Thank you god<\/strong><\/address>\n
for proofing my beer.<\/strong><\/address>\n
Maybe you could up the percentage on my last one?<\/strong><\/address>\n
Maybe you could answer any of my fucking prayers?<\/strong><\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
Oop, sorry.<\/address>\n
Too far?<\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
Space for your response: _________________________<\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
Daily the distance of what could be and what is broadens ,<\/address>\n
like the vacuum from a missed train,<\/address>\n
like all mailed and lost cardboard boxes,<\/address>\n
like the foggy car windows on a hill at night,<\/address>\n
like drinking my over-sweetened, still\u00a0steeping Sleepy Time tea,<\/address>\n
(like simile).<\/address>\n
Like,<\/span> like,<\/span> like,<\/span> like,<\/span> like,<\/span> like,<\/span> like<\/span><\/span><\/address>\n
(Seven ‘likes,’ like twelve goodbyes).<\/address>\n
Like plans to order pizza but you’re too depressed to try to order in french.<\/address>\n
Like passing out by the heater when you should be doing taxes.<\/address>\n
Like reading old emails and poems and crying on the floor.<\/address>\n
Like drinking your last beer and wishing you had vodka and pineapple juice.<\/address>\n
Like touring around the world and ending up where you started but not where you’re left.<\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
\u00a0<\/address>\n
*live reading*<\/a><\/address>\n
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