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The couch holds no cushioning Any longer. It’s been tailored for my *** That sinks into it Day in and day out Night after night I conjure up past works I try to throw them together But it doesn’t. It’s got me going again Writing and learning These poetics. I’m gaining a voice …. Unflattering And disorganized Yet, it is mine. I’m done with this schooling It’s time to educate myself. But it’s easier said than done While on a couch cushion Across from a failing flame Next to a torched bowl. It’s been my fourth of July Weekend A weekend of solitude With a touch of These poetics. I think it’s Thursday now, or Wednesday. I’ll be going outside Blinding my eyes From light. Goodbye couch ‘ol buddy ‘ol pal I’m sure it won’t be long.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
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The couch holds no cushioning Any longer. It’s been tailored for my *** That sinks into it Day in and day out Night after night I conjure up past works I try to throw them together But it doesn’t. It’s got me going again Writing and learning These poetics. I’m gaining a voice …. Unflattering And disorganized Yet, it is mine. I’m done with this schooling It’s time to educate myself. But it’s easier said than done While on a couch cushion Across from a failing flame Next to a torched bowl. It’s been my fourth of July Weekend A weekend of solitude With a touch of These poetics. I think it’s Thursday now, or Wednesday. I’ll be going outside Blinding my eyes From light. Goodbye couch ‘ol buddy ‘ol pal I’m sure it won’t be long.
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Jul 18, 2016
Jul 18, 2016 at 2:19 PM UTC
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