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Monday, January 30, 2006

Waters edge (interlude to Toffee Love)

Could you see me if I got any closer?
If you looked over your shoulder
And saw the mirrors reflection grazed onto the moon?

This is not the time for dim recall
Nor for the dewy eyed remembrance
Of the lost days spent star gazing and skimming stones.

We wrote our history in chalk dust
So that the winds of memory
Would blow and cast those thoughts away like crumbs.


words by cocaine jesus



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17 comments:

transience said...

the winds are forgetfulness are upon us, cj. but you've woken some ghost sleeping inside me. maybe you can write it back to sleep?

Inkblot said...

NOOOOOOO...

Cocaine Jesus said...

trans>>>i'll try but i no good with ghosts.

Cocaine Jesus said...

inkblot>>>YEEEESSSSSSSSS!

Prmod Bafna said...

"We wrote our history in chalk dust
So that the winds of memory
Would blow and cast those thoughts away like crumbs." Straight forward and moving on *zzzzooooooommmmmm*

Cocaine Jesus said...

xfreakx>>>firstly that is one great blog name that you have there. secondly, some relationships are faster than others!

camera shy said...

"Of the lost days spent star gazing and skimming stones."

nicely said

i love
to skip stones

first learned how
off a shallow on the river thames
when i was 7

and however
each time
it is with guilt for
taking so much
pleasure
in tossing away
the thing i loved

Cocaine Jesus said...

blog this>>>river thames? really? when?

camera shy said...

this coming summer
it will have been
28 years ago
when i was seven
on holiday with my family
dad was teaching
summer session
at oxford

we also
have a photo
me and sibs
playing pooh sticks
of a bridge
in the palace gardens
at blenheim

Cocaine Jesus said...

blog this>>>pooh sticks! we've had some great times with my kids playing pooh sticks.
small world eh?

camera shy said...

every childhood should
be filled
with countelss hours
of pooh sticks

plus one hour more

bert moth said...

Egad! A display of versatility from a splendid writer.

I'd also comment on the pooh sticks, but I haven't a clue. Sounds dirty.

Cocaine Jesus said...

Ô¿Ô>>>pooh sticks as played by winnie the pooh and christopher robin in the one hundred acre wood.
not dirty but silly (in the best possible way)

Mathias said...

"We wrote our history in chalk dust
So that the winds of memory
Would blow and cast those thoughts away like crumbs."


You should have used magic marker!

GEL said...

"We wrote our history in chalk dust"- This grabbed me and no eraser will wipe it away. Nice

Cocaine Jesus said...

mathias>>>now why didn't i think of that? damn.

Cocaine Jesus said...

silvermoon>>>hopefully we will soon be seeing your words here too.

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