Tuesday, November 27, 2012

~8

i read a poem that turns me on
go outside to smoke a few
try not to make any phone calls

when was i quitting cigarettes or learning lessons?


‘how to exist as an atom or less and not worry.’  
‘how to swallow hard in the shower when it’s better than drowning.’
it is better than drowning
--more and more these days,
I swear
it is a field of flowers.  


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