If I am repaired, can we meet again for the first time, in all of the places I have feared to go, and then, again, in all of the places I will have forgotten, if I am repaired?



Wednesday, June 9, 2010


I’ve used gardens, marathons and silence,

     God, words and charity.

I’ve used bicycles, music and knowledge,

            Art, food and booze.

I’ve used beards, cars and letters,

                   Nights, books and years.

I’ve used hunger, Vegas and fire,

         Strippers, diamonds and cash…

I’m a Cutter,

              Even this mountain I live on
                                                 Is a blade.


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