I am pleased, many
things in my life are lovely.
This awkwardly feels.
Month: July 2011
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Good Things Are Not Unfamiliar, But They Do Feel Silly On My Feet
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Fishing is Minimalism OR Ode to Aaron Quinn via Samuel Beckett
Surrealism is
surreal. Ism is surreal.
Real, surreal. Sir, reel.
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Love is Material and Tragic or I’m Lost in What I Ought OR “Guarding the Person”: an ode to Vonnegut
“I’d like to be not
what I am, but I am not
what I’m not. Marriage.”“The truth is, money
is a foe. I want to have
it, not look like it.”“Love with a man whom
I don’t really know. Death and
all things here to there.”
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Its Always About What I Want, Even When Its About What You Want OR I Am A Jerk Almost All of the Time
Rude, I am always
when questioned, no desire
to hear my answer.Impolite, maybe
I want to skip steps, silly
superfluous onesHowever, I am
without fail, unable to
filter my response
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My Tuesday Was Better Than Your Tuesday
There are champions
of good intentions. I am
not generally.However, today
I succeed in mind/matter.
Successes are sweet.Occasionally,
they also let you buy them
dinner. Walks, talks. Wins.
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Possibility Is Thwarted Before Possible; Change is Irrelevant
I am living vi-
cariously through myself.
Stories are so big.
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You Can Want to Move, But Hate? Really? OR I Think I Might Be Afraid to Move
I like Ohio
I’m not ashamed. Why are you?
Running from your past?
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I’m Afraid Religion Makes God Unobtainable
We are connected
Together and one in love
God’s bigger than fear
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I Can’t Touch a Thing, I Can’t Say a Thing, I can’t BE a Thing
Like a hawk, eyeing
Seeing you is stirring me
Far dream, like a sun
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My Life is in Three Places, My Brain is in Five OR See Living for Dying – Vice Versa
Living inside. Walks.
Changes around, big and small.
Infectious dying.
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The Valley Will Crawl Into Your Lungs and Make a Nest in Your Esophagus
It says “sunny, warm”
Lie. Sweating asleep, awake,
Sunny. Hot as junk.
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Constantly Disappointed and Excited By What I Am Capable of OR Falling Short of Your Own Expectations, Exceeding Your Future Telling
I’m mad for music
that expresses my aches, joys
no words, (preconceived)
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