francesca zumbo

Anger,
My anger comes in waves,
And then pausing
My tears come like rivers
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Relinquish past fables,
Starry nights and all
With tinker bell taped to her walls
Child-like visions
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Time moves like the wind
Fast and sharp
Scattering shreds of memories
Into an abstract abyss
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Your heavy eyelids are downcast
I can see the rim of your brow
And the outline of your jawbone
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Consume and milk them for what their worth
They’ll pay don’t worry
They’ll complain and sulk away slowly
Complacent and out of control
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There is no right or wrong,
Only opinions
Will rule this earth.
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New years residue and resolution
Resonating its way through a glass of wine

Sailing around in the absence of confetti
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Oh my god I love you,
I love you times a thousand

I love you in every combination,
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I remember the night
We watched that movie in your room
In Jimbo’s bed
It was dark and snowy out
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Pitch-black night skies
Illuminate against naked street lamps
Stars attempt shooting
Off they go one after another
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Rest here, we all are
But we are not all one
Because you are looking at me
With a smirk on your face
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I believe in Holy Moments
I believe in the spirit that resides in all of us
And I believe in the heart and the soul.
I believe in the hope that pours out of our eyes,
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All love is ironic
we fight and we plead
we beg for this so called need
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Your face is like Claude Debussy’s String quartet in G minor
At once thrilling, magically terrifying
And instantly beautiful
Like walking deaths sidewalk
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I don’t do well with exacts and things like that
I don’t even do well with describing
I’m only in it for the abstract
That which we cannot distinguish
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Indigo-trapped silence
I am unfolding day by day
Unraveling, traveling, where have you gone?
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Floating on some kind of majestic cloud
I was then, and I didn’t realize the air that surrounded me
It seems like a lifetime ago that you came knocking at my door
And years more that I took you in from the cold
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Life is spontaneously happening
A constant flowing of minds materialism
Streaming naturalism
Into our unconscious hearts
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This is the horror of life
The beauty in the shadow
The light on the lake
Glistened by the moon
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