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last night, he took me down to the highway
and he told me that if you listened really close,
you could hear sound of life
slowly abandoning this city
he told me, it was the most beautiful scene;
how the veins of society stood completely still
and the architecture of downtown fell asleep;
he told me, this landscape was the best portrayal
of our mortal inevitability
i watched as new york lost its magic and
the interstate ceased to breathe;
our proud cities
are no more than concrete wastelands
of urban sobriety
and he told me that if you listened really close,
you could hear sound of life
slowly abandoning this city
he told me, it was the most beautiful scene;
how the veins of society stood completely still
and the architecture of downtown fell asleep;
he told me, this landscape was the best portrayal
of our mortal inevitability
i watched as new york lost its magic and
the interstate ceased to breathe;
our proud cities
are no more than concrete wastelands
of urban sobriety
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You can't have it all
but you can have the glazed heat bursting from the blacktop like a broken
fire hydrant. You can have the jangle of keys
swinging from your hip with each stride.
You can have the tactility of leather and the graze of
bathroom mosaic tiles under a cold shower pelting
bullets and when the water cuts off
you can have dry book pages. You can have happiness,
though it will often be bitter, like finding a stranger’s
wallet full of pictures of smiling children until you
return it to find that the couple is barren.
You can have the scratches on the back of his knuckles,
faded, yet raw. You can have the translucency of sheets
in the sun, silhoue
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resonance
i
does she know the astrological significance
of the bruises starring along
your wrists? if I could, I’d
run away somewhere where
the sky is silent and the people
hate honest eyes. here’s my problem,
I’ve wasted all my time daydreaming
in the universe of your scars. I wonder
if substantiality is lethal.
ii
[when will you move on
like you know what
you’re doing with your life,
like this tiny existential
failure is only a hazard sign
on the roadmap of your journey,
like the world weighing down
upon your shoulders is an
exercise in vanity and quietude
instead of someone
else’s burden?]
iii
lists of necessitie
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tense shifts
and here's the first letter:
there are some things in life you can't escape.
the feeling of his fingers entwined in yours,
for example,
and maybe the way the wind blows on your ears lightly,
teasing teasing teasing because it knows
you blush when your cheeks get cold and the tip of your nose goes red
and it knows
he's going to have to give it a kiss to warm it up
(also because he can't stand how adorable it looks).
she thinks that maybe there ought to be a coffee shop on this corner-
she tells him so, with a wide sweeping gesture that
knocks her scarf into his eyes
and he wears it like a mask and smiles-
but on the other hand, maybe not;
it
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I guess this is somewhat connected to my poem for k.
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there are something about interstate highways that just...
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4/27/14
yesterday I swallowed 1000mg of sertraline and suddenly I could write again
magic (???)
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Quite interesting I liked it!