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patronize
Words twisting among the crackling leaves, kick-scattered
scuffed brown shoes with laces like life segments hastily retied for company
visible scarring not fixed by knifework
repairs carefully made must be taken seriously
no more uncomfortable throat clearing declarations, please
dinner is here and im salivating already
everyone is staring at it and really, we honor the food with dead silence
QOD: Do people take up shooting because they are good at it or just violent?
I asked someone one day, remembering it was me
cleaning up the murdered relationship remains
but no one thinks anymore about such banalties
cnn is on and there’s another bombing or something
really engrossing i think and a much better way to pass a thursday than work
so little to say, so many ways to say it
Spawned by laconic and indifferent novelists, I did not know that writing would become my profession until a poem composed on a chilly, wet October evening moved an acquaintance to tears. That poem was not written by me, but it was nonetheless inspiration enough to cause me to submit a succession of works to my college literary magazine. Years later, after the restraining order expired, I decided to make this my profession, despite the lack of any expression of enjoyment or understanding on the part of my few, but avid, readers. I only hope you find this as fulfilling as I. All posts © 2009-2010 All rights reserved. Use without permission will be prosecuted to the full extent of the law.
