Cardboard left overnight,
So, what's he doin' wih his life?
Rinsing in sinks eating pepperoni sausage,
counting dominoes down to infinity,
locking the wheel on suicide curves
and mountain passes
ocean calls faintly
soaring-
I guess you could say ink and paper make the writer, and I guess that's why I choose not to use them.
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Wednesday, January 19, 2011
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
Found Poetry
11th and Cuthbert Streets,
the Hilton Garden Inn Hotel,
Enclosed Walkway,
Greyhound bus
parking lot and
Transportation Center,
Market East and the Gallery shopping,
A Sign:
"Fresh Donuts and Coffee,
We
All So
Have
Food!"
the Hilton Garden Inn Hotel,
Enclosed Walkway,
Greyhound bus
parking lot and
Transportation Center,
Market East and the Gallery shopping,
A Sign:
"Fresh Donuts and Coffee,
We
All So
Have
Food!"
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