Saturday, August 22, 2009
Friday, August 21, 2009
grandeur was unavoidable this late...
oh great country and comrades.
it is only in his own home town a prophet cannot be welcomed.
lets not pretend.
but a mediocre poet still feels the same.
i appreciate the loan and the doormats and bills.
i'm not looking for any secrets these days.
maybe just playful words and someone sweet enough to show a darkside or mishap.
please smile with your crooked teeth and i promise not to avert my eyes.
come all you who are heavy laden. we will hang up our watches and kindly for once pass the time, dirty our timecards, and love one another.
it is only in his own home town a prophet cannot be welcomed.
lets not pretend.
but a mediocre poet still feels the same.
i appreciate the loan and the doormats and bills.
i'm not looking for any secrets these days.
maybe just playful words and someone sweet enough to show a darkside or mishap.
please smile with your crooked teeth and i promise not to avert my eyes.
come all you who are heavy laden. we will hang up our watches and kindly for once pass the time, dirty our timecards, and love one another.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
15 days...
til we go.
at least 21 before the next post. please send all spare change for the foreign purchase of internet minutes to my doorstep. remember at least the dollar is strong somewhere my friends with capitalist prowess. so make it count. help me allow you to read my thoughts. freely.
at least 21 before the next post. please send all spare change for the foreign purchase of internet minutes to my doorstep. remember at least the dollar is strong somewhere my friends with capitalist prowess. so make it count. help me allow you to read my thoughts. freely.
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