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I feel so uneducated. Not exactly stupid, just lost. After spending six days actually building a better mouse-trap, there’s nothing left to say. The pieces that were hacked off in the process will grow back, and while the process isn’t exactly “painful,” I wouldn’t recommend it as a regular activity. Tons of editing still to do, a few other tweaks and what not, but if I die tomorrow, I’ll have a book length manuscript to my credit. Working on an idea for a poetry book, but still don’t know how many poems go in 1 book. Hard to build an arc around that, but I’m willing to try anything at this point.
Thanks for all the kind words and what not, it is most appreciated. Will be posting more soon, perhaps tonight if the insomnia returns.
Filed under: Poetry
the one’s that are gone
last thoughts before more black ball poetry,
or maybe just driving around looking for a familiar sight.
clips and fragments,
fucking pictures; fucking pictures;
I don’t want to see any of these pictures, or the faces.
I don’t know any of these people, and they don’t know me.
Biographies on bumper stickers, cold comfort hello,
goodbye, let the years roll on,
how you been,
married maybe, you got kids?
i almost did,
but i had an angel on my shoulder.
more forgotten faces, some of them staring back.
that feeling like the last first kiss,
so sweet and hazy under a cloudy
night
that might have been just like this
one.
old folks now, long gone,
gone off to wherever you people go
when i leave the village.
it’s insomnia swell, 2 hour naps
with the lights on
and the music all the way up
i was going to play that song you
used to like, way way back
but masochism has limits,
and i don’t know any of these people
anyway.
