- I love this girl and Ginsberg -

I love this girl and she smiled, and leaned all over onto my side of the couch despite the common social boundaries of one couch-cushion per occupant. We were now taking up 3 between the 2 of us and like every half-drunk time before, I started to admit something I’d done wrong today. Maybe I killed somebody, stole stocks, or even broke an expensive piece of someone’s self conscience. But like some 1 AM confessional, she puts on her half-wrinkled nose preacher face. I don’t even think Jesus would forgive me, but her laughter is like oceans washing over broken glass and recently dumped dead bodies… but only the pretty bodies.

And I love this girl.

I take 3 dramatic pauses between periodical sips of my wine cooler before her polite clearing of the throat coerces me into complete confidence. I find myself stumbling over poetic verses I’d once heard in a Ginsberg Poem. You know, the one about butt-sex and lions? She pretends to understand, so I skip over the bull**** and just tell her strait out how I feel about her. At least, I intended to tell her I loved her, but a combination of alcohol breath and homosexual felines had caused me to fall over onto her kissing randomly along the way.

See, I love this girl and because she understands the world and me enough that she can translate a 3 foot tall drunk who’s talking about the most romantic poem he can ever remember involving gay-sex and really big animals while he’s stumbling over her with alcohol-lipsticked kisses is his way of saying I love you is quite obviously, the greatest woman in the world.

And I feel bad. Because I love this girl. She deserves a rose but I don’t have a rose right then so I reach into my bag and hand her a piece of gum. She hates gum and throws it away, but keeps the wrapper. And then I realize again that I love her. So we kiss. And I can’t help but remember something about a guy named Ginsberg.

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JediKirby

I'm sure you would have made Ginsberg smile

That gave me a good laugh; nice post.

Si on a du vin, on a de la chance!


Or something like that.

A fun read - the mental images gave me a chuckle. I particularly liked the first paragraph. The sensation of familiarity with the situation it conveys is well done.


Oh, and I tried to read the actual poem, but it's late and my eyes were skipping lines.

Reminds of the Catcher in the Rye

J'ai du vin! Cela veut dire que j'aurai de la chance!

Et si j'ai plus de vin, ce ve dire que j'aurais plus de chance?

Non. Desolé.

But seriously, back on topic. And back to English.

who or what is ginsberg?

Does this mean kirbs is in love? Did he succeed?

Allen Ginsburg, 1926-1997
Great American Poet, one of his most famous pieces would be "Howl"
http://notes.utk.edu/bio/greenberg.nsf/0/6f7dd8b9270db5c585256d0d001e0a93?OpenDocument

He's my hero

See my "Oh, and by the way.." post for a bit of backstory on the poem I wrote here.

And no, this doesn't mean I'm in love. It only means I love someone. See, there's the girl, Amy, who is confused. She and I have had a lot of things happen to us. We're always hanging out and enjoying eachother's company, often ending up entangled with eachother, kissing and whispering.

But somehow, she thinks this is all ok. She thinks it's just fine where it is. I can't reach out and hug her unless it's on her terms. She thinks we're friends, not in love. One day, we'll hold hands down the halls, the next, she gets angry at me and tells me to leave her alone when I reach for her hand. She get's angry if I mention any other girl, yet when I think of her as something more than a friend, she gets just as angry.

You see, she's got a thing about commitment. Her brother is a... bad person, and her family life has always been confusing. Her brother, she hates, yet shows compassion for because he's her brother. He's the kind of person that'd tell you to get out of his car and walk because he doesn't want to drive you somewhere. He's just not a nice person, and Amy doesn't know how to react when someone does love her. She says we can only be plutonic friends. I just don't understand her.

She got me to stop drinking (This poem took place back when I was drinking... very heavily), and because of her I keep myself from drugs even more now... and she always says exactly what she wants from a man, and I give it to her, and she admits it, but it's not what she can handle and I feel bad.

JediKirby

Kirby, you're da man. you're going at the right pace. keep at it. if things get so you cant stand it, tell her, you know, we can still talk, but this is drivin me nuts. ultimatum: lots more kisses or no more kisses.

use only in desparation.

Yeah, I know how you feel Kirb, when you fall in love with someone over time and have to keep it at the level of friends.

Well, you know what u wrote was actually really cute. I hope things work out with you all. I cant help it, I'm a sap for the occassional happy ending. Hm, sounds like you sincerely do care for her. If you want things to work out, best you can do for now is be her friend and hope she'll figure out how she feels...between pushing you away, and kissing you, she's apparently confused...or maybe just scared of her feelings. Anywho, just remember, try not to let yourself get hurt. In the end she may decide she doesnt want anything further, and believe me, that can break your heart if you let it.

You seem like a good guy. I hope things work out, I hope her life gets straightened out. She seems lucky to have you as a friend. I think all things happen for a reason, and your friendship has a purpose, hope all works out in the end

Laura