Aug 2, 2010

no poems 1 couch

okay, so if you read this (if anybody reads this) blog regularly, you probably notice I like stuff like this this and this kindof. The names of these poems all follow this formula: #of poems written+place the poems were written. The first of these poems was 18 poems 1 Viaduct. Under the viaduct was a skatepark that I sat outside of and cranked out the 18 poems. It was like what skateboarders call a session. I sat down in one place, tried some stuff, stuck some stuff, fucked up a lot, and I liked the picture all of my attempts made when they were put together and viewed as one thing, written in one place.


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