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This poem is pissed at the other poems.
Cell phone against my cheek.
Cell phone against my cheek.
Twist it, latch it. Which way will it rain? .
I will be looking for you,. For Charlie Parker in Los Angeles. Always seems to be laughing. I will be looking for you. Give me a bemused look. I have a bone to pick about something. Jim Benz I run into you everywhere. A poem on contradictory levels.
My shirt has thin blue stripes. My belly empty except for scattered desserts. And the grains of wood in the desk. And classes were canceled for the evening. My friends will likely convince me. Like something should be stopping me. Like the need to get it down. Or the need to get it done.