no poetry
Posted on | November 29, 2009 | 1 Comment
it’s done, i tell you.
tonight i fought about
eight zillion
different battles
after scribbling out some
stream-of-consciousness bullshit
on my way to what I knew
was a war
no war
how am i supposed to survive another?
i would rather proxy that shit out the ass.
please.
no more calls.
let that shit go to voicemail.
i want toys. i want the nothingness of childhood.
it’s three a.m. but that doesn’t matter.
as long as there is cassette tape and a means to
play what’s recorded, there is a means to hear it
and there is the desperate rant of luxury
that happened under all of us
while we weren’t looking.
maybe it’s just such that in any age
there are only so many of us who will
break through.
i found a few in massachusettes
and when they came to new york
i was there at random.
everything was reduced.
the stage should have been bigger.
but i was a fan.
i still am.
that’s ok.
or is it.
poetry is too impulsive.
i don’t want it to speak for me.
i want it to respect my process,
but then it waits, ok.?
and i can feel it.
and at the end of the whole thing
it’s 3:05 am
and this has all been nothing
even if you read it,
well.
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November 29th, 2009 @ 8:10 am
are you kidding,
i am going to be as vague as
i can possibly get away with.