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a pome?

Posted to Action Poetry

We talked of books, saying how the whole world is dead, mouth full of laughter, how I wanted them to read me, table full of beer, everyone emitting smoke from their tongues matt sayin I got that spark in my eye when I talk, conversation in my brain totally diff. Foreign from whats goin on out here, sad, sad world, broke, hanging like an arm lifeless at the shoulder, a flesh flag with no muse, and I know they don’t want to read me, don’t wake up like me, seven thirty am staring at my toes like strangers, mirror like a threat old age young age all the same on the monopoly board, square cornered life, I want to be excited about breakfast. Feel the hunger and the not hunger not at the same time- break-