Old Poems Email

The one with the beard sent me some poetry that I wrote in his journal when he was in Hawaii with me:
Dear James,
Here is some your stuff, I thought I remember you wanted to see some of it. So in hopes that this make you remember softly
yours
sean callender
Sticky stained feet,
bloody swollen feet
achy fleshy meat, and broken rotten teeth
angry stomach grind, twisted broken spine
crazy brains to find jelous love of mine.
I can create worlds to live in the empty spaces betweenfriends are full of angry twisting semantic love gropingshaking to achieve a meaning beyond our sterilityand a word to help describe being burned alive lettingme consume the needy jealous stare that tore holes intothe night still hope we'll be alright just a little too lateand tight and drifting our of sight we might've been theseworlds only strong enought to stick to the repititionof a word whose feeling makes us sick but our eyes now speakthe ruth and our heart which will decieve now that our home iscold and distant and we know it's time to leave.

I am dancing with my feet in the air
spinning in circles in a gorgeous mess
I am dancing with my feet in the air
laughing at my fears and values
I am dancing with my feet in the air
Every time my body touches yours
Every time you look directly at me
Every Time I cannot be near you
Every time I laugh at what hurts me
I am dancing with my feet in the air
Sick of living sick of licking sick of living
You are living you are death you are life
And I'm a fool I'm a liar I'm a thief
Dancing on bloody broken feet

I don't think I get it
Not wait wait I do
But can't it wait
No wait it's you
I can't laugh now
Not suppose to
Should feel bad now
No wait I do
I think I'm strong
No wait it's you
Can't think straight
Don't want to