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japan no. 2
my eyes are not through with their seeing
this guy gave me his business card
me and my brown, Nike shoes, where ain’t we been?
I didn’t really know what to do
SundayMondayTuesdayWednesdayThursdayFridaySaturday is allright
so I ate it
I got a nutty sense of absolution
I am not really all that righteous
nutty absolution
in between feedings I give pause and wonder
why not just write titles?
art, literature, movies, music, class notes, actual classes
I miss America
not Ben & too-hip Jerry’s, but big concepts
death and liberty
and big, stinky arguments
more death
I ate the poor guy’s card!
things I keep hoping for I write down and try to forget
near-life experiences
every once in awhile I think they come true
some days, some days, some long, too-much days
my wife is lovely, dark and deep
someone also said that about the woods
I would take it all
if life were actual stuff and not all this meaning
I would shove it into one, big Coke can
and shake it and make a wish
a place where time takes a little nap
people get mad and say what they really think
I can laugh and still look smart
someone will get what they deserve (me included)
I could just say, "go to hell"
but I feel very
blah
and the door is closed
am I really this way?
and the lights are off
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