and had a permanent beard
then when my lips bore Beatles song
I liked to be seen and heard
My youth drunk in recklessness
nothing felt impossible
I swaggered in casual carelessness
to be unloved seemed improbable
We huddled by parking spaces
talking music, naxalism, poetry
we wore such enigmatic faces
in love with ourselves dearly
continue...
Seekersought, you are a lady of 'many whorls'!
I'd like to use up all the superlatives right now - this was outrageous, fantastic, pure brilliance. This has to be one of the best posts I can remember on this forum (no offense to others, blame my 'benign forgottance'- yes, I'll be using that phrase very often in the next couple weeks :-) )
To borrow your words a bit, (and return them to you a little dirtied),
I'm
"unwilling to refute
that which roused my blasted mind
was not caffeine, but your Caferati post"
Aparna
