Dear You,
Your memory gives me this feeling...
It is like the smell of cigarette smoke, or plastic, inflatable pool toys
Like the sight of a mountain in a picture, or the wind rolling along green fields
Like the sound of water splashing a ways off, or a racquetball hitting against the wall
Like the feeling of squeezing a pillow, or cool water all around me
But it also gives me this other feeling...
It is like the smell of moldy old clothes, or recently burned black and milds
Like the sight of a grand piano, or a big white truck
Like the sound of a V6 engine rumbling outside, or death cab's new CD
Like the feeling of a cold sweat, or dream-like despair
I wonder just how far away could you really be?
Yours truly,
Me
5 comments:
sounds like lyrics to song, also reminds me of the opening to fooley cooley with the descriptions
So descriptive, that I love it.
Such a sad note though.
You're a very good writer Kenny.
FLCL=good show. And thanks you very much ashley for saying so.
like i said earlier this evening, this one is spectacular imo. i have read it five times already. going in for a sixth round in a minute. this one is so emotional charged & full of so many intricate things. really takes you heart & mind to another place inside of someone else, even if for a few brief moments.
I love this one, so awesome. Using everyday things in your poetry is really cool.
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