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What are words but pictures and pictures but language and language but us picturing the language of words to make us us again * If you look long enough at a person you will end up seeing yourself and if you look longer you end up seeing them and if you look longest of all … Continue reading
I’m ass to sun after a great education told me I could do it all if only I worked and worse like wearing pants which are now far away and floating in clouds I can’t see with my butt high indomitable and creaking like water in a damn with a little flow from a big reserve … Continue reading
Summer sun on blank paper tells the best story ever written * All thoughts are those of others, which leaves you wondering who thought about you or is that just a thought you were told to think by me, an other * A dog wretches while I carve your name into the bark of a … Continue reading
be sad cry then in the morning when you wake up in tears that reflect you you’ll have to swim to survive and you’ll know that further crying will only add to your troubles that stop when the ceiling does * The fish jumps away from the fishing rod and the fisher who can think … Continue reading
As one gets older they learn to explain more to the youth and to tire of the explanation and youth who ask what it is like to be awful with age that only leaves more and less at the same time * I’ve said some awful things like admitting that I’ve said some awful things … Continue reading
The following was a bad poem written while reading bad poetry. * Who are the books the readers or writers; who controls which the text seems mightier even when blank or pressed and bound left alone to rot where imagination compounds but this is folly: interpretation dominates for the writer dies while the … Continue reading
they’d die but not before this restaurant where a woman talks to me about how the food is alright but not the best so that we’d have to go somewhere else sometime else and I nod and laugh about some story I’ve heard before that I couldn’t exactly retell because the words were all wrong and … Continue reading
what are we talking about when we are taking about we and what has come between the two of us now who are too tough to admit that we are hurt and bleeding but not quite dead because we put our hands on each other to stop the cuts from showing us how much we … Continue reading
poems are a way avoid giving up to it all because each thing is broken down from its whole into a lonely line that is connected with dots that could go on for infinity but end where they need to because they need to and because there is something in giving up yourself to a … Continue reading
We are falling always until we land for good I lose her in small ways that wouldn’t mean much to anyone else but that’s why I had her and lost her too We are falling always until we land for good The garden’s jealous of spring for it is entrenched in an … Continue reading
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