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Bad poetry Waking
there’s a noise outside the door
something in the trash can
it can come back but
won’t it go away?
All this trouble just
to drink beer
once more,
again.
—-
I could say so much about the yellow window
eating so much daylight
it will never grow
from all that gold
nothing but the Sun
ever appears
anymore.
—-
Fasting and the dictionary
the kitchen counter
two couches I don’t own
I don’t watch television anymore
There are so many episodes
there’s too much to read.
—-
I have such a small brain
still surviving on the
radio hums
the inner heat
not enough to really answer anything
but the soul is
as heavy as all the hours.
