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This poem is pissed at the other poems.
This poem is pissed at the other poems. Why do i keep wanting to say bitch. Why do i keep wanting to say bitch. Its like when you stab an eel. And its louder than you expect. I want to be kissed and fucked. By a big red eyeball. But lacan says thats impossible. My vision of myself involves. Or with a lover or shadow. If it were that easy. But you get sick of.
Twist it, latch it. Which way will it rain? .
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.
And can only play language. I want to tumble down. And splash into childhood,. I want to draw it out. But when I think of what I want. I see waves crashing on a shore. In what it cannot do. I just know that I. Was bound to look the other way. For the sake of it. I just want to fingerpaint.