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Oh what joy;
What jubilation!
Wondrous feelings of elation!
Ten days 'til my book comes out!
According to my
Calculation:
Nine more days of aggravation
I must find a place to pout.
Eight more days!
My irritation
Is no mere exaggeration:
I've tacked the count down to the wall.
Seven days!
The gravitation
Of this rabid adoration
Is apparent after all:
Concerned friends
And close relations
Gather mounting hesitations
As the fifth day rolls around.
Halfway there!
Such jubilation
Coupled with intense vexation -
Four more days and counting down!
Three days more
To publication:
Full of vig'rous animation
Now nothing can placate me
Is it my lifelong
Allocation
To stew in this unkind frustration?
Two more days - how lovely.
ONE MORE DAY!
This installation
Had best be worth my aggravation
(I wish it would come early).
It's here! Out of
My pathination
Or meet my fearsome wrathination!
'Till some new writing calls me.
What jubilation!
Wondrous feelings of elation!
Ten days 'til my book comes out!
According to my
Calculation:
Nine more days of aggravation
I must find a place to pout.
Eight more days!
My irritation
Is no mere exaggeration:
I've tacked the count down to the wall.
Seven days!
The gravitation
Of this rabid adoration
Is apparent after all:
Concerned friends
And close relations
Gather mounting hesitations
As the fifth day rolls around.
Halfway there!
Such jubilation
Coupled with intense vexation -
Four more days and counting down!
Three days more
To publication:
Full of vig'rous animation
Now nothing can placate me
Is it my lifelong
Allocation
To stew in this unkind frustration?
Two more days - how lovely.
ONE MORE DAY!
This installation
Had best be worth my aggravation
(I wish it would come early).
It's here! Out of
My pathination
Or meet my fearsome wrathination!
'Till some new writing calls me.
Literature
because i am a cynic today.
today
you give yourself
away
to roads
seen only
through windows
wet
with rain; a sign
says
we are fifteen minutes
out of town,
but we say
we are
two years
out of luck
you surrender
to a map
(but it can never be
of life)
and so
we are still
lost
and no,
we will not find god here.
Literature
It's Not So Easy Loving Me
She waltzed with herself upon the sidewalk,
past the hawkers' stalls and honking taxis
though her imagination took her to
a field of greenish yellow, almost ripe
but not quite what she expected of her
feet, silly things, she thought of them fondly.
It's not so easy loving me, she said
to them, easing the tension off her toes
as the wind, a long-standing friend of mine,
played idly with her hair, unable to reach
past the porcelain password 'round her heart
and so I did not even deign to try.
I will try to walk upon the sea
instead, spitting in the eyes of the blind;
if I drown I will say I tried to fly.
Literature
she didn't mean to be a rose
she is the age of innocence, staring longingly at the sarcasm she'll wear when she's jaded, but she isn't quite there yet. she says she's big enough, old enough, but when she tries irony on for size it pools off her egret shoulders, on to the floor, and she must stick with secondhand sincerity.
summer peach drips down her arms and she doesn't know what to do with her hands as she's dreaming, dreaming. head so high in the clouds she comes down in antarctica, confusion in her eyes made up songs in her ears, peach juice freezing on her skin.
when she lies in bed crying, her eyes perfectly dry, her hands not-quite-enough-enough fasten soft arou
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