i like vodka.
it's alright
w/ a leftover
espresso
and shot of
soymilk &
soy creamer
it all goes
down easy
as a rainy
afternoon
in seattle,
in between
time, winter. |
dark before
dinner & if
you've got
dinner, all
the better.
there's lots
out there
trying to get
by on rocks
& sunshine
who've never
heard of
poetry or
websites
and so much
the better.
theirs gods
are older &
get what they
ask for.
|
the price
we pay is
numbing
ourselves
for a respite,
easy moment's
satisfaction
as the bus
lurches to
a halt in
the rain
and another
one gets on. |
this whole bus
is dead and
some? most? all?
don't even
know it. i
carry death
in my pocket,
a hypochondriac,
the clues all
make sense
except for the
moment. oh
well, death's
just a word
we use for
the next
chapter in
a closed
book on a
high shelf
written in
a language
none who
are left can
understand. |
Death, i give
myself an
enema and
laugh. Death,
it's the ones
you don't own
who're scared.
Death, you
have about
as much use
for a poem
as a starving
man. Death,
when will you
take yourself?
Death, I once
held a grape
in my mouth
for over an
hour--when
have you shown
you can wait? |
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miso is very helpful when it comes to personal computingyyyyyk |
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sometimes the fucking rain gets on my nerves. enough already. |
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jesse paul miller set up a reel-to-reel to record
the pyramids' debut, as well as the A-frames, at 2nd ave pizza. both bands
rocked. |
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$2 beers all sold out, a crowded
back room, boom boom boom |
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adria and sarah on the street,
jaywalkers watching for heat |
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