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We are in the future now. In the past yesterday is tomorrow, but some of us didn't notice. We subdivided dreams into half gram servings so they wouldn't end. We concentrated those into the smallest possible dose so we could savor every morsel, taste every drop of our life's Kool-Aid. We lived sugar-free to enhance the sweet, and then ignored all of it. We wrapped our fists around excitement and squeezed its juice out dry to **** adrenaline cravings. i have read enough Rimbaud to see the symbolism. i have read enough Hudgins to know i, too, used to be sure. i have read enough Petrosky to sympathize... Look, i'm a bear now, too! i was wasted enough on land for Eliot, as fractured as cummings, as subversive as Ginsberg, but in the end i settled for breathing. **DAS SOFA KING, VICTORIOUS AT LAST.**
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Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
Wee Todd
We are in the future now. In the past yesterday is tomorrow, but some of us didn't notice. We subdivided dreams into half gram servings so they wouldn't end. We concentrated those into the smallest possible dose so we could savor every morsel, taste every drop of our life's Kool-Aid. We lived sugar-free to enhance the sweet, and then ignored all of it. We wrapped our fists around excitement and squeezed its juice out dry to **** adrenaline cravings. i have read enough Rimbaud to see the symbolism. i have read enough Hudgins to know i, too, used to be sure. i have read enough Petrosky to sympathize... Look, i'm a bear now, too! i was wasted enough on land for Eliot, as fractured as cummings, as subversive as Ginsberg, but in the end i settled for breathing. **DAS SOFA KING, VICTORIOUS AT LAST.**
Arthur Rimbaud, Andrew Hudgins, Anthony Petrosky, T.S. Eliot, e.e. cummings, Allen Ginsberg....all poets of greater measure than i. i would think the sofa king reference is fairly obvious, but if not let me know in the comments and i will explain... learning to fly is easy, it's bringing it in for a soft landing that ends up proving so very difficult...this poem is dedicated to taking control of ourselves.
derek-yohn
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Nov 3, 2013 at 6:42 PM UTC
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