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who? who? who?

San Fransisco

There were Good Vibes, and
There were Bad Vibes.

The good vibes were being passed around like secret handshakes.

Or were those the Bad Vibes?

The word �vibes� came up often,
So that had to be a bad thing.

The good rays of the sun
Were not reaching the inside of the house,
Even though
The curtains were always open.

He went to see a band.
Me & You had blankets and jackets wrapped tight around our bodies
We looked like sprained ankles.

In San Fransisco, they don�t turn the heat on
Not in October
Or any other month.

There were a few good vibes wrapped in between Me & You,
In between all those layers.

We wanted to watch a movie
Or did we?
Maybe we were just saying that because
We couldn�t think of anything else to say.

I tossed a vibe to Him and it bounced off
The reflection of the sun
Into the mirror and
Landed right in
the middle of His palm.

We were talking about something.
What was it?

We were tossing stupid questions around the room,
random and abrupt,
like hiccups.

And the orange kitchen looked like
Alaska in the winter,
Dark all the time with
No one knowing where to put their hands.

We nervously tapped on objects in the room:
Guitar, stapler, tin cans, linoleum,

Oh the music we made.

2:08 a.m. - 2004-09-27

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