Friday, July 23, 2004
initial red streak of poetry. even ties into the last landed thing in mind. lots of words seem distressed but when you quiz them, they're just rocks. you'd fit well too, being friends with poets (a poet yourself, of course). you can go 'this' way (is your father dead?), or trifle that way (mom, I lost my suit). you could extreme, peel, drip, intend. different like someday? often. now is the poem, you are the written. welcome the wash.
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