Brain aneurism
Traver DiDiminico
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I find my life more poetic than my pen...
Mine eyes receive and
Remit in excess of my fingers.
My voice is never lacking...
Only my care and my
Participation.
Mine eyes receive and
Remit in excess of my fingers.
My voice is never lacking...
Only my care and my
Participation.
If there was a chair in which I could comprehend, I would stand always and embrace the path
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at first I thought this was a poem about not writing poetry, but now I see it as a poem about not being alive
Writing poetry = being alive
thought, circle, aneurism
God, I hope so...really I was just quoting the mighty Jack Black when he discussed the difficulty of chosing what T-shirt to wear come gig time.
It's Tenacious D time motherfuckers
It happens...just make sure you buy the Tenaious D cd...you'll rock/laugh so hard you'll throw away whatever ill advised late-night ab machine product you've purchased (not that anyone would do that).
LOL! That was funny! I like how your poem looks on the page.