by K.N. Sheilds
For a friend
|Ben Orr had said
"Its not the ribbons in your hair"
I realize you keep your hair too short for ribbons. You do this... thing when you talk. You speak in fragments, almost poetically.
You make me take in what your saying, like a long stiff drink of something cold. I am forced to stop for a moment to recover.
You don't listen to pavement, but you've heard "cut your hair". All you said was
"I guess its groovy". In my life I've never heard such a devil may care statement. You completely cast aside the only band I love more than life.
Never in my life have I ever felt like such a tool... I barely have time to live, when I couldn't be more aware you Bogarting my space... Exactly the way I want you to.