My Writing

Monday, November 29, 2010

Greta Gerwig cried onscreen and it seemed real

I like faces close up
and words that
come slow

Showers
and sunlight
and wet eyes feel good

Why has it been so long since I
played my trumpet?

May I blast a high note in your room?
Posted by Stephen Tully Dierks at 8:01 PM
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7 comments:

  1. steve roggenbuckNovember 30, 2010 at 5:53 AM

    nice ending bro, i love trumpets

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  2. MichaelNovember 30, 2010 at 6:44 AM

    damn, this is great

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  3. neon glitteryNovember 30, 2010 at 9:44 AM

    i agree with minscoe, i like this a lot

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  4. Stephen Tully DierksNovember 30, 2010 at 10:55 AM

    thanks guys :)

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  5. giles rufferNovember 30, 2010 at 1:24 PM

    you can blast a high note in my room any time babes.

    p.s. this is a nice poem :)

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  6. Stephen Tully DierksNovember 30, 2010 at 3:41 PM

    damn, thanks, giles

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  7. Buttercup McGillicuddyDecember 13, 2010 at 3:19 PM

    greta gerwig is mentioned twice [not by name] in this article http://noisandarewhatwho.blogspot.com/2010/12/50-directors-50-films-50-descriptive.html

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