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i read

Posted to Action Poetry




and read and read and read...and sometimes i get joy from knowing that sometimes, you'll never know.

there are times
when the real
is knocking at the door
but we keep saying
yeah yeah
just a second.
but what it is...
what IT IS!!!
when you're sitting there
reading
and smiling because he/she
will never know you're reading
and that your heart moved
a little to the north
with a slight breeze
bringing you out of your chair
and starting your mind running
and your fingers typing
and before you know it,
you're fucking poetry...
you can't leave.
there's poetry fucking to do.

boots later...
boots...
later...