Love Letter for a girl on Myspace, January 1st, 2 am

So after New Years I woke up and hung-overly checked myspace …The only thing I had in my inbox was a reply to this poem I had apparently written the night before. It was one of those “oh shit”moments where you sorta remember doing it but only when someone, namely “gina”, reminds you the next morning:

“gina,
if you be a new years wish unfulfilled
i am topless and turbaned,
half bourboned and liquored up,
dazed, confused

confucious and i ching, my sorrow lays in
runes and bones and oracles
strewn

read the patterns in our pitter patter conversations
our come and go interactions
our less than friendly,
our more than merry
our romantic interludes

and I conclude,
that each of us
can fall in love in an instant
and know that we are wrong for an eternity

for i see in your eyes my midwife
i know in my heart you are truly being lovely everything
but turn away
in rational academic sorcery,
institutional circadian cursive
mimicry

and say, you
you gina,

are just a myspace friend

not a means to an end
not a soul searching lover past regression cleopatra
martyr mayhem seeking interior design intelligent
lover lost raft ridden, mark twain bidden
prize possesion

but the romance of me,
no
it says another thing.

it speaks another truth that lies far beyond
each and every thought that
thinks

it’s purpose
lies in argument.
and with that,
i augment my reality,

and wish to reel you in.”