G'Afternoon readers. East US afternoon at least. I had a particularly uneventful Saturday night. A couple of beers, a viewing of Apocalypto, and entirely too much sleep. The past few days I've been sleeping well into the day. I used to love waking up at noon, but now it makes me feel like a bum. This whole working nights thing is screwing up my schedule. I'm going to have to do something about that before classes start again.I posted a few pieces today, all written within the last few days. Enjoy, dear reader.
A Real Man always asks for Directions
Where can a poet run
when he's tired of his own words?
When he's sick of his own words.
I'd like to find that place
and call it home for a while.
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well said
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