Saturday, October 2, 2010

She Was An Inuit She Thought I Was One Too

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so over my head
she flew
blossomed
as she grew
but than
i was a dead
indian
dark brown
its true
so she parted
saying
on some other
planet
bodiless
sightless
spiritless
i will catch
up with you
song
of Hiawatha
a new home
a deserted igloo
as she
held on
to her virtue
they shoot
horses
dont they
she
remembered
the soldier blue
leaving me
homeless
hopeless
as left overs
of a midday meal
another
indian
woman
this time
half italian
part jew

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