twin coke bottles
stare down from atop
the tv cabinet
snug in the back
corner
that I look at too
often
tomorrow she’s coming back
but don’t take that to mean
something
I just realized I wasn’t doing anything
so I called her up
and asked her over
and tomorrow she’s coming
over
my poetry has been…
off
lately
people scream at me about punctuation
about their disagreements
and their confusions
and all I can do is stand there
wondering how to bring back to
them
yet
my heart has been on a cloud
thinking happy thoughts
dreaming happy dreams
wishing happy, hopeless wishes
and tomorrow she comes over
and I want to show her my
poetry
so now I wonder
at myself
and
at my art
and
the lines in the palms’ of my hands
do little more than laugh
at my conundrum
Mar 28, 2011
Mar 28, 2011 at 3:02 PM UTC
twin coke bottles
stare down from atop
the tv cabinet
snug in the back
corner
that I look at too
often
tomorrow she’s coming back
but don’t take that to mean
something
I just realized I wasn’t doing anything
so I called her up
and asked her over
and tomorrow she’s coming
over
my poetry has been…
off
lately
people scream at me about punctuation
about their disagreements
and their confusions
and all I can do is stand there
wondering how to bring back to
them
yet
my heart has been on a cloud
thinking happy thoughts
dreaming happy dreams
wishing happy, hopeless wishes
and tomorrow she comes over
and I want to show her my
poetry
so now I wonder
at myself
and
at my art
and
the lines in the palms’ of my hands
do little more than laugh
at my conundrum
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