novembre ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- wherein the biscuit meets moz head on and sorrow wins he's moving away and it will do him good. we clinked beer glasses in the standing room only bar under house lights dimmed to one spotlight focused on the man with the boyish face covered by thin black frames singing morrissey. "morrissey is a genius because he can get away with this. the song is called sister i'm a poet but not once is the word poet actually used in the song." afterwards we walked down the block to sparky's and i ran into one of my best friends from high school. "what's it been? four years? five?" sometimes people pop in and out of your life and there's nothing you can do about it. time happens and you push them out but their intention lingers if you leave space for context. like morrissey's song for a nonexistent poet. 1:30 am - 01.18.05 ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- |
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