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though the roses bear thorns
seeing his
picture
was
like opening
a psychic bouquet
hurling my
mind backwards
through
time;
reliving
mistakes.
do you think about that hot night
in that magical year when
three nines became
zeroes
and
one became two
do you think about
movies
and
clichés
and
me getting lost
in college park
and finally see
ing you
and
sleeping
do you remem
ber not
calling
afterward?
do you
think
about
being the first
to do
that thing
to me?
that thing
that made
me climb
the walls?
do you remember
the dl before
jl and o?
do you
often
think of the
time that i
saw you
on the platform
at farragut north
and you pre
tended not to
know
me?
do you remember
ithaca.
when
phone
bonin’
was
in
vogue?
when you reminisce
about
him,
am i also
in that equation?
do you remember
the boy who
you loved
that lived
in the closet
and forget
the boy
who could
breathe freely
and
write you
poems?
and you.
with the brands.
both of you.
do you
remember me?
those men
i do not love.
those men
i
remember.
things are not
necessarily
made right
with
the simple
passage of time,
though i grow
through
remembrance.
those that i loved
i still love
though
the roses
that
perfume my
memory
still bear
thorns.
i bleed
for the
pieces of my
soul that
were pierced
by
lies
uncertainty
half-truths
and
the closet
and love.
of these,
the thorns
of the
red roses
were dipped
in
night
shade.
and i wonder
if i bleed
ever
ry
time
i love
again.
Posted by Rashid on July 28, 2005 3:23 PM
Comments
Damn Rashid, you are the literary bomb. I LOVE reading your poems.
Commented by Perquita on July 28, 2005 3:33 PM
You better get it!
Sidebar: phone bonin' is no longer in vogue???
Commented by No 4real4real on July 28, 2005 5:24 PM
nice... as usual
Commented by Frederick Smith on July 28, 2005 5:59 PM
and i wonder...
bruh, i got misty on that part.
Commented by karamale on July 28, 2005 8:04 PM
I look forward to the collection!!
Commented by Rae on July 29, 2005 2:10 AM
thas hot and i got the book today =) thanks for the personal inscription
Commented by darion tariq on July 29, 2005 2:26 AM
That was an excellent poem. You really sent my head spinning with all those feelings that I remember, too. (Not from Rashid's life; my life.)
Commented by jojapeach on July 29, 2005 9:43 PM
Damn frat. Now you done gone and got me teary eyed as I sit here in FL reading your post. This poem touches me so for your spirit. You got my digits. Use'em. Shem hotep!
Commented by fratman1906 on July 29, 2005 11:03 PM