September 2010
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how i live now
should mirror how i feel
i live three day weekends in broken symmetry monday wednesday astronomy university writing and modern poetry, tuesday thursday til three pm a bum and later poetry and poetics and then lit hum, lunch at ferris sometimes with nat always with george where the wraps aren’t bad, dodge to feel less like a pig working out to feel less sick, gcc and seal...
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the self-unseeing by thomas hardy
here is the ancient floor,
footworn and hollowed and thin,
here was the former door
where the dead feet walked in.
she sat here in her chair,
smiling into the fire;
he who played stood there,
bowing it higher and higher.
childlike, I danced in a dream;
blessings emblazoned that day;
everything glowed with a gleam;
yet we were looking away
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friends
let’s go all out in
sickness in health i shout
i am man no cottonballs please
so mean so bad first blood released in
modern warfare got pwned boxers flew past
in laundry wars at one in the morn be still be fast
you’re gonna lose you’re gonna lose a slap a splash
hard lemonade on the floor superslave bashed in
george’s bane the king dethroned pure win
pure...
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new york is shiny, so shiny with its bright lights and windows of glass bringing to the light people living in the moment, living like stars, living so intensely every second that every inch of them sings in refulgence until they’re worn out, but until then they’ll glow in the soft sheen of rhythmic energy.
it’s too difficult to think of the time here in months, or even weeks....
