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Lindsay's Book
part 3

Overboard

lots of big thoughts and ideals
you had to look good
even during a revolution 

Che' wore a beret
you wore panty hose
a new pair every day

and the crystal bowl, overboard
sometimes a pudding doesn't turn out right
too long for mourning

it's time to let go, overboard
but with soap and water 
maybe I can see eternity 

through facets at the mirror
motel room
the Outer Banks in winter

typewriter
tearing out pages, beginning 
again that somehow 

I could keep you alive forever
immortalize you 
with my pathetic ability

maybe I could learn 
through you
in the promise of eternal love

immortalized
overboard
in poetry together 

we could become mythology 
somehow joined 
in the afterworld of libraries

in the minds of fanatics 
          like me
          carried about to be 

more than stories or bones, mythologies 
          or poems, but fantastic flesh
          sentient abstractions

holding each other in the 5th dimension
or somewhere comprehensible 
but unnamable 

where we could eat lobster in black bean sauce 
                    after making love
are you waiting for me? 

or did you just decide to die again, go 
overboard 
and forget 

about coming back somewhere?

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