Monday, May 11, 2009

i've been rummaging,
through waves & shelves,
laundry baskets with wrinkled clothes

rummaging in the caked earth,
indifferent to the recent downpour


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i used to go fishing with my dad when i was younger
when he had the rusty shit box of a Subaru,
(where the red paint would flake)

i used to play in backseat,
stuffy and bogged down,
next to line and wire and poles
the sun hasn't been out like that since

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i've been writing, and rewriting, and submitting
like gunpowder,
maybe as temporary as it's flash

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i have a final today,
some where in it,
the words implicit, three, and bull
will show up