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to-night is one of those long nights where i have a moon conversation tell it my dreams & fears--it just spits cloud-wa-ter back down in my face where i climb the roof & clear my throat--close my eyes & pro-ject my melanchol-y toward the stars punching the empty sky it happens occasionally some-times under a gibbous moon (i don't have a choice) where i lay on the cold grass in sweat-pants shout & sing to the sky --or-- run a-round getting dirt in my toenails swatting pine-cones out of the hands of low-hanging branches my ears & nose tip shine under the feather orph-an clouds where there's still wi-fi no matter how hard i tried to escape it i get twitter-pated on a pretty girl's facebook but never introduce myself in person where i listen to mahler in the dark & receive spectral messag-es write scattered dew-drop poems like ginsberg did rock back & forth maybe cry a little rub one out-- finally go to sleep a-round dawn -------------------------------------------------------------- & wake again snug as a bug sleepy numb--reluctant to find a ********* poem w/ my last conscious fingerprint expand-ed into cyber-space
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Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
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to-night is one of those long nights where i have a moon conversation tell it my dreams & fears--it just spits cloud-wa-ter back down in my face where i climb the roof & clear my throat--close my eyes & pro-ject my melanchol-y toward the stars punching the empty sky it happens occasionally some-times under a gibbous moon (i don't have a choice) where i lay on the cold grass in sweat-pants shout & sing to the sky --or-- run a-round getting dirt in my toenails swatting pine-cones out of the hands of low-hanging branches my ears & nose tip shine under the feather orph-an clouds where there's still wi-fi no matter how hard i tried to escape it i get twitter-pated on a pretty girl's facebook but never introduce myself in person where i listen to mahler in the dark & receive spectral messag-es write scattered dew-drop poems like ginsberg did rock back & forth maybe cry a little rub one out-- finally go to sleep a-round dawn -------------------------------------------------------------- & wake again snug as a bug sleepy numb--reluctant to find a ********* poem w/ my last conscious fingerprint expand-ed into cyber-space
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34/M/American
Nov 25, 2015
Nov 25, 2015 at 7:58 AM UTC
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