"Beer-Pong"
Worthy is a red cup
of all that has ever
been said about it.
Eloquent
is the voice with
which all inanimate things
carry on
conversations,
Carry on
my fellows. . .
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"University, dusk, en route 7-11"
The evening, insofar as I can tell,
is permeated by lights. The fact that I can see right now is unnatural. The humming of fans, the buzzing generators, the click-click as it flashes. . . all unnatural. And the conversations of them at the bus stop:
"Twelve until what?"
"Twelve Fifty Four"
Oh, well those are another story.
It's as though a prism, oppressed by
all that is ill at ease, has exploded and
in doing so, let out all the ink and the shadow, the vanity of artificial illumination, the farce of unspeakable politeness,
the insanity of serenity. . .
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"To me"
Stop it. Stop writing.
You're writing crap anyhow.
Why not just put the cap on
the pen and watch this movie
that's on TV.
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Dear reader, I am so
aware of you right now, and I
can imagine you. I am imagining
you. This poem is just
me telling you (a
little note)
that I'm imagining you.
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I handed him what I'd written.
"Here you go" I said to him, handing him what
I'd written.
"I respect your opinion," I said,"and your ability to understand these things,
and gauge them in terms of the work of others.
(Something goes here)
"I'll read it later," he said. |
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