Dear Me,Dear Me,Dear Me,
I find you lying on the hardwood floor sobbing, simple and
scratching at the walls-- I find you upset and ruined,
unpleasant, frying your brain out on information and the apocalypse.
I find you blank and rolling,
flaccid penis dreaming of heart attacks.
Then, I find you precious little nighttime boy,
faithful on the railroad tracks.
When we touch, I find you stiff,
laughing at pictures falling from your hands--
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Dear _____,
I'm longing to meet you; To remember your name and forget it again during long-distance telephone calls. For you to understand that
when we meet here, the world, for us, connects.
You paint me delicate pictures
of dogwood and rivermud,
that when compared to my current existence, feel alive on the walls. Over and over we chant softly, forget those desires that lay by the fire; the last joy of adolescence, dying in flames
&
Dear Pennsylvania,Dear Pennsylvania,Dear Pennsylvania,
We’re not safe here-- in early afternoon we find
ourselves clutching one another near the baseball fields helpless and confused.
The days last too long,
Pennsylvania, and the cars streaming by
don’t seem to notice the
terrified looks on our faces, the dying behind our eyes.
I’m searching again for
that wooded spot we found
one autumn behind the elementary school, but find myself instead wondering down the hallway, looking at photographs.
We ar
--
tomorrow will bring sunshine!
Well, I cannot get but only two of the groups that I need to display to display ... any suggestions as to why they arae
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This has been a ToastPost!
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christina rae presley
i like cheese
cowboy i run in to walls
you are stanged by the blood of the inasintas fell there pain look into my eyes
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society is decrepit
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"unholy battered old thing you were, my sunflower O my soul, i love you then!"
-Allen Ginsberg, "sunflower sutra"
--
Love is my favorite food.
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