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Untitled -- 11.16.2006
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The Darkness Must Go i must be addicted to smoking, twenty dollar bills
watching greenbacks with sunburns
chemical smoke
but, i'm just a face in a frame today.
cheap, stationary monument to the forsaken gifts
poorly dressed symbol of the self-defeating underclass
store branded
a dull yellow box on the shelf.
shivering in a chair
too weak to get up and close the window
who am i?
forever waiting an injection of life?
preparing the needle from within?
the tides of my body are coming in so slow today
my chest is caked salt residue
i breathe out the dying sea
i dry up and prepare to be blown across the loose prairie
a lightweight inertia.
hurrah! you have written something and posted it! i am officially back loving you....not that i ever took a break. i think we should have a reading together. i think you'd make me look tres bad.
oi.
oi.
sigh.
bye for now, sir.
hey it's been a while since i have read your things but nevertheless your writing is still amazing. i read this and before i had forgot the way you write becasue i was blown away when i read this. its weird to say these words about your poem and i dont know if you understand your style and the flow it creates and the feelings and awe it envokes.amazing.missed your writing glad i found it again