Finding a package of favorite pens I thought I lost recovers a dare I thought I lost I honestly try to guide a pen from uncapped to ink death The pens, I use them, they fall out of pockets stowed in a fanny pack on a late December hike sometimes, most not, not dead after snow melts The little rubber balls on their tips when they're born Thumbing the little balls off
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You don't care about my theories of poetry which is why I could say anything and you'd bracket in side bar if you thought it'd sell a subscription My theory of poetry: I write like I talk always an 8th too fast. My theory of art: I'm indiscriminate, naive. My theory of music: I'm indiscriminate, horny Please side bar me
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ReplyDeleteFinding a package of favorite
pens I thought I lost
recovers a dare I thought I lost
I honestly try to guide a pen from uncapped to ink death
The pens, I use them, they fall out of pockets
stowed in a fanny pack on a late December hike
sometimes, most not, not dead after snow melts
The little rubber balls on their tips when they're born
Thumbing the little balls off
2.
You don't care about my theories of poetry
which is why I could say anything and you'd bracket
in side bar if you thought it'd sell a subscription
My theory of poetry: I write like I talk always an 8th
too fast. My theory of art: I'm indiscriminate,
naive. My theory of music: I'm indiscriminate, horny
Please side bar me