the ground is too seperate from my spray

this is how i got through chore, blending the shore of waiting for daddy's business return

"With you is where we'd rather be,
but the grass is too dry,
it's so hard, you're so far, this long distance is killing me"
as i feel the telephone cord
through this hose i try to water the grass with while you're in denver,
& loneliness is not my den
because h2o and responsibilities
shock my electric phone wire
as i try to be content with that reaching ~

but we both have to dial and hear,
connect on that, whereas he said he was looking at the sun
and hoped we were on the other side too
doing the same 300 miles away,
& when he wondered what the comparison moon song was by bruno
i screamed "TALKING TO THE MOON" so loud it scratched,
[i guess like getting too close to the planet resource in scorch
of clutching onto memories that we might be sharing
in our own round earth minds, orbiting at different speeds,]
but my missing daddy being away from home
already was a bad cell service
of excitement turned into pollen poppy of polyp









6/6/2011 - i borrowed inspiration from a couple BEAUTIFUL bruno mars songs