Poems are meditations in emergency. What is the emergency? The emergency is that you're living your life and want to capture it at the same time.

On an eternal lunch break.
Joined November 2011
detangle and dance through the labyrinth
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the beauty you've seen is the beauty you've been
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a fading rose in an exquisitely detailed dress waiting to see what might happen
"from the unreal lead me to the real!"
"drain whatever absess is in your heart"
already am always was and i still have time to be
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the buildings of new york are frozen grass and we are hares, trembling trembling through @HartCrane
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maybe one day ill find a bus ride and leave behind the east side.
the blackout goes on and on and on
Tell me as the world gets cold, if it's green in the unknown.
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nothing says fall like a pumpkin spice latte.
The greater the truth the greater the joy
Thank god for museums. and the whispered analysis and the still life smiles.
In the room the women come and go. Talking of Michelangelo.
Smoke doesn't explode. Something explodes that causes smoke. Careful with your passive voice. Hangman and slant rhymes.
We cling to our props. Let's freeze the Prologue.