Wednesday, November 02, 2005

















spend a day memorizing a drum pattern on your knees.
spend a day thinking grades don't matter.
then spend a day elated by scores.
stalk your fantasy but put on a thin face.
spend a day, no more like 2 weeks now, promising yourself a haircut.
spend a saturday with your face over a toilet.
and hours and hours scanning bar codes. smile.

write half a poem without inspiration,
then copy the second half from something else.

can we balance our electrochemicals?
should be parsed and parsed?
sparsely my lips are drying out
and bar codes could be idle minded.
but they suggest a pleasant rhythm
a daily tonal expectation
and something that will never let me down.

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