Saturday, July 16, 2005

where i found..

the dead

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(and then there's you)

still
alone
in the park
petting strangers
like a dog

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a dictionary
a string of lights in the fish bowl

the blueberry weed

the daily daydream to fall into

dear teacher
what happened
u used to like to teach

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6:12 p.m.

poetry:

a connection

in loneliness

too endless

to be real

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5:20 p.m.

ghosts
in a can of ham.. 

the last time i cooked easter dinner
no one ate
except you
you ate everything
i dished out








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cigarette butts, broken glass
and one used condom

sprayed red
over the entrance:

REVELATION

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