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(no subject) [Apr. 15th, 2008|06:35 pm]
your hands are on the dashboard
long, brown fingers with the
nervous scars
playing with the little hula girl
we bought about 200 miles back
just to make us laugh
at some texas gas station
with the snowballs & playboys
we were craving
in these
late night southwestern silences

& when your pinky curves around her grass-skirted
& your eyes look toward the slowly fading stars
at the horizon just peering over the edge of early morning
(still seeming too far away from us to be more than just a sleep deprivation induced
i put my hand on your thigh
my head on your shoulder
my tiny fingertips finding your heart
underneath your t-shirt
& i know
that in the miles we have to go
the next truck stop
sleazy diner
wrong turn
& shared smile over a gas station
will all feel like profound revelations
ginsberg & kerouac & buddha
at their philosophical finest
couldn't epitomize.
& that postheavymetalhardpunkrock bass line
will take on a meaning
that only we will
& as long as there is your arm around me
our bones touching
& our breaths coming in time
with the music
& our kisses
are finding love within our skins
then we will be like the last few moments before sunrise
when the desert shines
like it did before god made man
& everything is infinite
like we are

-Josephine Cameron
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the giving tree [Jan. 4th, 2008|12:13 am]
Once there was a tree...and she loved a little boy.
And every day the boy would come and he would gather her leaves and make them into crowns and play king of the forest. He would climb up her trunk and swing from her branches and eat apples.  

And they would play hide-and-go-seek. And when he was tired, he would sleep in her shade. And the boy loved the tree.....very much. And the tree was happy. But time went by.
And the boy grew older. And the tree was often alone. Then one day the boy came to the tree and the tree said, "Come, Boy, come and climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and eat apples and play in my shade and be happy".
"I am too big to climb and play", said the boy. "I want to buy things and have fun. I want money. Can you give me some money?"  
"I'm sorry" said the tree, "but I have no money. I have only leaves and apples. Take my apples, Boy, and sell them in the city. Then you will have money and you will be happy."
And so the boy climbed up the tree and gathered her apples and carried them away. And the tree was happy. But the boy stayed away for a long time.... and the tree was sad.
And then one day the boy came back and the tree shook with joy and she said, "Come, Boy, climb up my trunk and swing from my branches and be happy."
"I am too busy to climb trees," said the boy. " I want a house to keep me warm," he said. "I want a wife and I want children and so I need a house. Can you give me a house?"
"I have no house," said the tree. "The forest is my house, but you may cut off my branches and build a house. Then you will be happy."
And so the boy cut off her branches and carried them away to build his house.
And the tree was happy. But the boy stayed away for a long time. And when he came back, the tree was so happy she could hardly speak. "Come, Boy," she whispered, "come and play."
"I am too old and sad to play," said the boy. "I want a boat that will take me far away from here. Can you give me a boat?"
"Cut down my trunk and make a boat," said the tree. "then you can sail away...........and be happy."
And so the boy cut down her trunk and made a boat and sailed away. And the tree was happy.......................................but not really.

And after a long time the boy came back again. "I am sorry, Boy," said the tree, "but I have nothing left to give you----My apples are gone."
 "My teeth are too weak for apples," said the boy.
"My branches are gone," said the tree. "You cannot swing on them--"
"I am too old to swing on branches," said the boy.
"My trunk is gone," said the tree. "You cannot climb--"
"I am too tired to climb," said the boy.
"I am sorry," sighed the tree. "I wish that I could give you something....but i have nothing left. I am just an old stump. I am sorry.............."
"I don't need very much now," said the boy, "just a quiet place to sit and rest. I am very tired."
"Well," said the tree, straightening herself up as much as she could, "well, an old stump is good for sitting and resting. Come, Boy, sit down. Sit down and rest." And the boy did. And the tree was happy.
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