Whine. Mope. Grumble. Insert extreme morbidity here.
I tried to write a poem today and came up with an experiment in rhythm that doesn't really mean a whole lot but is interesting to read out loud:
Fuck you
I want to--
Love you
Want to
--Fuck
You love
Me--I
Want to
Fly
Please note: unlike some poets I've read, when I put in line breaks and punctuation, I really mean them. Sort of like rests in music.
Monday, February 14, 2005
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love it.
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