Friday, March 6, 2009

i'd like to post a poem every week

every day really, but i believe that could be excessive.
im trying not to get ahead of my self. i have the best camp ever coming up.

first poem

you talk to me slowly

about elliot smith

his six albums

before i ever listened

and i can’t breath

every time i step out
side of inside of me

you say it may be mold allergies

it may be wrong

the way this seems to me

all it was, you were

slow talking to me

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