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Bryce Perry Apr 2018
Physical impulsion
oh, the sweet tension of seeing yer professor’s foot shaking ‘round and fro-
As some accented booble-eye
manly from the Amazon
comes into HIS Friday classroom
full of hungered heads & He
comes in and starts talkin’ poverty!
and an all-fix-this, animals and oh
he’s got a lot of wood-bead bracelets,
I admire their tight holy fit but
this Guy’s got somethin’ to prove!

Teodros watching admiring his beautiful
beloved, young students challenging “TRUTHS”. He took the reigns now!
Claiming his wild afternoon class right under that hardened commanding voice you know he’s trained you know he’s passionate, man
for good reasons!, you know he stimulated those thoughts,
Oh Teodros, I think of you...
Somebody brought their godfather into my Eastern Philosphy class last week, these are some notes I jotted down as I observed his speech to the class.
Bryce Perry Apr 2018
Of the tick-tick mark of the train,
the Twenty items or Less that you wouldn’t have needed
had you not been walkin’ down Newbury
toward hopeless following
nowhere mud-feel-footprints.
Motif of heavy heartening rain that scours the courtyard
back ‘round my building
that skillet valley of impossible nighttime.
Ring slipping finger, couple standing farther together and wild a gracious call brushes against the grade of man’s terrible
mountain
Bryce Perry Mar 2018
you want heaps of Wisdom
pouring out your
lonely head BUT you're
not worth
your own time!
    
     Tell me that one.

you're sittin ******
stationary in that good-of-everything
          spinny chair that
makes an axious grate against
the rubbing of
enamel
and shining of wonderful wonderous bone
Bryce Perry Dec 2017
She said,
“Of course you exist here,
you’d be a fool to think otherwise.”

              and I had a will to believe
                otherwise
Bryce Perry Dec 2017
just once I looked
out of the oval window
high in the sky
To see tiny figures below
making dances out of the
snake-line of car lights

It was all flat,
and blackness swooned in over
the view,
A reflection showing back to me
all the hairs that stood their ground
Bryce Perry Dec 2017
a place
has no more meaning, no connection
  with itself
   rather I
who sees with desperate eyes
toward each
possible
turn
Bryce Perry Dec 2017
I watch you read the book

               the book that a
          crochet of
             stiff wanderers
                        worn        hands
                        welt together some
     inductive hours  
    (some real good ones at that)
  
   what page is that?
the one where she goes “ah!” and the world
     crumbles to their
          hairline-fractured feet,
        
               I’ve read this one before
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