tuesday: friday the thirteenth
walden freeman
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a baker's dozen birds took flight and ran with it
out past the windows that break our falls
through the fields, in the humming autumn
oceans of brown blowing leaves
and lampposts blinking in disbelief
i became a pedestrian, a know-it-all,
a fused backbone cracking
the few mysteries left in my legs
out past the windows that break our falls
through the fields, in the humming autumn
oceans of brown blowing leaves
and lampposts blinking in disbelief
i became a pedestrian, a know-it-all,
a fused backbone cracking
the few mysteries left in my legs
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"Hear me, my chiefs!
I am tired; my heart is
sick and sad. From where
the sun stands I will fight
no more forever."
Chief Joseph - Nez Perce
I reuse the same ideas over and over.
My titles half the time are superior to their corresponding poems.
But, just don't tell anyone the truth and people will still think I'm not a hack.
By the way, fuck being booed offstage . . . I'm going to attempt another reading soon.
You're not overrated...and yeah... just wow them with a pome and you'll be a crowd favorite.