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here we go again...
Siamese
Not quite sure the attraction - this
Anticipitory action
Which, at best,
May only be seen as a premonition
What, I think, it comes down to instead
Is knowning what the future will be
And making sure it works out that way
I guess then, deja vu
And daydreams are linked at the hip
On bananna peels slip
And see it all get sucked away
If there was an easier way to say
Today I saw back into the past when I was seeing then into the future
Saw
Was
Leash
I don't think it's so much an empty canvas
As it is too many colors
Being used - layering, intertwining
Bringing it all back to black
Which may help when you think you have to start all over
At the beginning, when instead
You can just fill it up totally
Wait for it to dry
And go from there
When you feel like the dogs dragged
Across a sidewalk
By pretty girls
Day after day
(or watch enough to feel emphatetic)
A refresh though excess
Doesn't sound so bad
After
All
Linear Park
Those shirtless children on the playground
Were acting awfully grown-up
Not realizing they'll get there someday
And when that time comes
An angry summer ruckus
Surely brought on by the heat
They will think to themselves
I should've smiled and tried to play
And not practiced being an adult
When I had the chance
As I sit watching fireflies
And the bobbing of cigarette ends
Marching down the sidewalk
I'm thinking much the same thing
Guidelines
As the realization that neither my cigarette nor my neighbor's porch light
Can lead my pen's quest across and down the page
Hits
I hurriedly try to think of
What I did today
Or saw
Or thought
Which merits notation and the
Comittment to memory
Before I go
Let me write this
About writing:
In creating good summer poems
One needs
Places to walk
A front porch on which to sit
Sweet tea
Cigarettes
And a God damn light.
Siamese
Not quite sure the attraction - this
Anticipitory action
Which, at best,
May only be seen as a premonition
What, I think, it comes down to instead
Is knowning what the future will be
And making sure it works out that way
I guess then, deja vu
And daydreams are linked at the hip
On bananna peels slip
And see it all get sucked away
If there was an easier way to say
Today I saw back into the past when I was seeing then into the future
Saw
Was
Leash
I don't think it's so much an empty canvas
As it is too many colors
Being used - layering, intertwining
Bringing it all back to black
Which may help when you think you have to start all over
At the beginning, when instead
You can just fill it up totally
Wait for it to dry
And go from there
When you feel like the dogs dragged
Across a sidewalk
By pretty girls
Day after day
(or watch enough to feel emphatetic)
A refresh though excess
Doesn't sound so bad
After
All
Linear Park
Those shirtless children on the playground
Were acting awfully grown-up
Not realizing they'll get there someday
And when that time comes
An angry summer ruckus
Surely brought on by the heat
They will think to themselves
I should've smiled and tried to play
And not practiced being an adult
When I had the chance
As I sit watching fireflies
And the bobbing of cigarette ends
Marching down the sidewalk
I'm thinking much the same thing
Guidelines
As the realization that neither my cigarette nor my neighbor's porch light
Can lead my pen's quest across and down the page
Hits
I hurriedly try to think of
What I did today
Or saw
Or thought
Which merits notation and the
Comittment to memory
Before I go
Let me write this
About writing:
In creating good summer poems
One needs
Places to walk
A front porch on which to sit
Sweet tea
Cigarettes
And a God damn light.
Teamwork. Rawk. Pwnage. Infinite Possibilities. YIELD. Hells yeah.
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"Why do I bother?"
The 11th Commandment.
"Whatever"
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