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	<title>Contemplative Computing &#187; Poetry</title>
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		<title>A love song to Geraldine</title>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 22 Jun 2009 00:31:29 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Matthew</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This goes out to the irreproachable woman who shared her car with me from Vancouver to San Francisco.
_____
Geraldine,
you pretend you don&#8217;t care
but you do
bruised giraffe heart
longs for ecstatic connection
chopped weepy words
emphasize aversion
you are like a bee running away from pollen
not knowing how sweet it is
Geraldine
Geraldine you navigate so beautifully from the passenger seat
such innovative routes [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This goes out to the irreproachable woman who shared her car with me from Vancouver to San Francisco.</p>
<p>_____</p>
<p>Geraldine,<br />
you pretend you don&#8217;t care</p>
<p>but you do</p>
<p>bruised giraffe heart<br />
longs for ecstatic connection<br />
chopped weepy words<br />
emphasize aversion<br />
you are like a bee running away from pollen<br />
not knowing how sweet it is<br />
Geraldine</p>
<p>Geraldine you navigate so beautifully from the passenger seat<br />
such innovative routes from point (a) to point (b)<br />
should be purchased by the upper classes<br />
hung on walls<br />
scrutinized<br />
talked about<br />
jostled and resold<br />
Geraldine<br />
my fickle beacon</p>
<p>oh Geraldine, that I could nourish you!<br />
I would show you such tenderness<br />
whisper endlessly in your ear<br />
soften those lungs<br />
wet those kidneys<br />
if only I could be your Grim Reaper<br />
your flawless guide as you fall back into the loving embrace of the depths and<br />
arise reborn<br />
as a new<br />
Geraldine<br />
how sweet.</p>
<p>Geraldine<br />
with your talk-damaged tongue<br />
you say, &#8220;not that I have anything against ______&#8221;</p>
<p>but you do</p>
<p>Play with me Geraldine!<br />
be not a thought of right or wrong<br />
but a person</p>
<p>so beautiful in ambiguity<br />
Geraldine</p>
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