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This makes me
remember just how
delicious
squirrels
taste
and the sweet
memories I have
of hunting
delicious
24 Tuesday Apr 2012
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i was just thinking
23 Monday Apr 2012
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my children will play me sibelius at night
and i will weep
because it is so sweet
i was just thinking about being an old man
and wanting to just sit
and exist
lovely
The robin at my window
22 Sunday Apr 2012
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The robin at my window
has made it his mission to peck
through the glass and kill me.
45 minutes.
I might have an anxiety attack.
I realized far too late
that at almost 25 years of age
I have no idea how
to take out the trash.
My dining room is very literally
glowing pink. It’s like the debutante
ark of the covenant.
It’s making me nauseous
a little.
Oh my god the robin
is back to kill me.
a simple game
21 Saturday Apr 2012
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JV, don’t get over
pumped today on the mound,
relax, let it flow,
use the force, be
one with the ball.
It’s a simple game!
You throw the ball,
You catch the ball,
You hit the ball!
Mercy indeed
20 Friday Apr 2012
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Invoking the oracle in the muddy
light of my living room,
paper lanterns and a colossal holly bush
sway violently in the wind outside.
The dying breath of winter,
a worried pressure gasping despite itself
in the final throes of its oppressive reign.
An afternoon
shadowed in white, shaking shivers from unsteady
hands on slippery streets, broken
by the mercy of the sun regaining
its grip on this hurtling rock,
standing sturdily between wide puffs of tenebrous steam
far above us,
poised for reprisal.
Mercy, indeed.
Begone, foul beast of Cold, and let us be
merry again.
rain bubbles
19 Thursday Apr 2012
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when rain bubbles
on the ground
it reminds me of
my dad.
He says
when rain bubbles
it’s going to rain
all day.
Someone who should have stuck to syntax
18 Wednesday Apr 2012
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No waaay.
That’s hilarious.
Scalarious.
really.
Scary and.
Hil.
Who is Noam Chomsky?
white people
17 Tuesday Apr 2012
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We not racist, we love
white people! Ford trucks, apple
pies!
Bald eagles. Yeah,
Cheetos, Doritos, Fritos,
Pringles, Kraft Singles,
Slim Jims, Sierra Mist!
Butter crunch cookies,
Sour Patch Kids!
Truth is now
16 Monday Apr 2012
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Truth is
an expression of the true
self that exists
within us all.
You are an
infinite consciousness with
limitless boundaries
experiencing yourself subjectively
as a mortal human being with
great wonders that will happen in the
time-less, and
ever-present
now.
Layla
15 Sunday Apr 2012
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Reaching for the sky are the branches
of the earths dead sleeping friend.
Plastered beneath is a death of frost.
The air seems quite thin around this time.
The wind is silent but it’s temperature let’s you know it’s there.
It’s sunny today he thought.
Blur as he passes in that green wagon.
Layla.
She wasn’t fine but ran okay.
Took him where he needed to go.
Red lights and the colors of signs,
unrecognizable by the children in their back seats.
Listen to that sound…
Invisible waves creating what we call music..
Is that the kid.
Songs about seasons.
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