Saturday, January 25, 2014

12.15.12

1.

I don’t know how
does one confront the big sadness?
How does one one one?
How does one 1 1 1 1 1

How does one spit out
the notion of winning
how am I going to get out of

the drain the chest drain?

2.

We’re all “And you’ve gotta
learn to love be real subtle
settle on the high beam certain and
proud, confident, like you

                                                            don’t ever cry

these are big wishes like horses or
trains, big wishes like read my mind.

Read my mind, it’s so sad.

And of The World well
It’s all fucked up says I why try to sound pretty.

It’s way too fucked up for the day
before yesterday’s

poetry.

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