Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Reread I'm nothingness

One chapter of my great epic
     complete (minus editing/
a reread) on to progressively
     denser stuff--

It's daunting
     me poor poet of Philadelphia
born teller of disjointed
     impressionist illusions
jotting jotting pencil marks
     typed word document reading notes,

I saw Monet today,  he frowned
     read Kerouac, in some spa
cried of lonely nights
     and mosquito bites
doused in second hand smoke

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