I worry more and more now,
I am forgetting where we hid the buttons
I used to make lists to keep my brain from roving
hungry nomad roving
like buffalo
people keep on talking to hear themselves
selling it to eachother like fables,
a succession of grandiose recitals with a ____ that never comes
I like to stick my favorites everywhere like chewing gum;
my little exercise in feudalism
we become different and I cannot keep,
telling stories like heart rhythms like flash cards
I already know I am bad at geography
I go on like an echo how I am tired of asking for
Making one more request-
forget your face is a map and come to bed.
a collection of works (in progress)!
Friday, April 15, 2011
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