god I don't want to live with my parents anymore I go to an
early college in massachusetts and it makes me feel
real grown up but on my own is what I would like to be
grown up but during the year I would hold her hair and
feel her eyelids pulsing on my neck and I would
look at my hands and think they're too young for this
kind of shit: how did it happen
that I look down at my stomach no shirt on it and theres
black hairs that are around my bellybutton
same surprise:
I'm at jewish sleepaway camp that I don't tell people I went to now
because its lame and I was on a canoe trip with
this girl who we would makeout sloppily while everyone else was
cleaning up site and we were sitting on a bench by the quarter operated eye
over the fox river in wisconsin and we told each other
'I'm glad your on this trip'
'I'm glad your on this trip too'
I looked down at my bathing suit and my legs and saw more of them than before
I went into the restroom at the rest top thats where we were
and read the stuff on the walls of the stall then stared down at my leg hair
how did it happen that I'm here and can't concentrate because firework
sounds coming in through open windows? from stargazer lily's---
my mom told me they were my birthday flower
cuz when they bloom its close to my birthday
which it is and it freaks me out and now I'm gonna ask again
how did it happen?
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Jul 4, 2010
Jul 3, 2010
BACKYARD RIFF SERIES-PART 1:WATER
the backyard riff series are poems written in my backyard during the summer afternoon. Riffed off of my surroundings and self. check out part 1: Water below:
listening to madlib-shades of blue
beautiful and jazzy smooth
thinking about another thought
make a poem out of the breeze
and fireworks down the alley
sound with the sparrows and branches
holding me here
shades of blue got this thought
about a poem where its just a bunch of files
that you download and the poem is in the names
that you read real fast
and the poem is only an instant
and the poem is only a bite of air for your eyes
then say goodbye, and leave
holding you here
listening to madlib-shades of blue
beautiful and jazzy smooth
thinking about another thought
make a poem out of the breeze
and fireworks down the alley
sound with the sparrows and branches
holding me here
shades of blue got this thought
about a poem where its just a bunch of files
that you download and the poem is in the names
that you read real fast
and the poem is only an instant
and the poem is only a bite of air for your eyes
then say goodbye, and leave
holding you here
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