Angie did not arrive to
white me out— alone in
bed, 3 am, I smoked butts,
saw something in the room,
a blue light, haze-like, spun
like an angel’s halo— I felt
dirty, upbraided by blueness,
as if it showed me what
I could be sans entanglements,
redness in me atrophied—
I would have been redder
inside Angie, butt-fucking.
That’s what was in dreams
I had once the haze left.
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Dear Adam
Excellent idea. I think I'll pinch it! Seriously though, I discovered Joni Mitchell's album 'Blue' two decades before you and it became the soundtrack to my first serious relationship with a girl called Marcella - who went on to marry someone else. I continue to think that 'Blue' is a superb album and I still can't listen to it without summoning up those bitter-sweet memories.
Simon R. Gladdish
Simon,
Yeah, isn't the album rather palliative? If you want to pinch the idea, go ahead..in a few months we can compare manuscripts!
Adam
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