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Jose Jones
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- Nov 22, 2000
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You know the kind of day I am talking about?
You don't love anyone.
You don't care about anything.
You don't trust anyone.
You're just running scared and venom is fuel?
I'm having one of those days.
Is it a cry for attention I make? A call for help?
It will pass.
Yes, yes,... let me find that poem I love so much and then I will go to work and lose myself in it.
"Tomorrow"
Your best friend is gone,
your other friend too.
Now the dream that used to turn in your sleep,
sails into the year's coldest night.
What did you say?
Or was it something you did?
It makes no difference- the house of breath collapsing
around your voice, your voice burning, are nothing to worry about.
Tomorrow your friends will come back;
your moist open mouth will bloom in the glass of storefronts.
Yes. Yes. Tomorrow they will come back and you
will invent an ending that comes out right.
- Mark Strand
There, I feel a little better now.
You don't love anyone.
You don't care about anything.
You don't trust anyone.
You're just running scared and venom is fuel?
I'm having one of those days.
Is it a cry for attention I make? A call for help?
It will pass.
Yes, yes,... let me find that poem I love so much and then I will go to work and lose myself in it.
"Tomorrow"
Your best friend is gone,
your other friend too.
Now the dream that used to turn in your sleep,
sails into the year's coldest night.
What did you say?
Or was it something you did?
It makes no difference- the house of breath collapsing
around your voice, your voice burning, are nothing to worry about.
Tomorrow your friends will come back;
your moist open mouth will bloom in the glass of storefronts.
Yes. Yes. Tomorrow they will come back and you
will invent an ending that comes out right.
- Mark Strand
There, I feel a little better now.